At dawn, a message from the unseen herald reached my ear

That the era of the brave king is here, so drink the bold wine

It happened that the people of insight were walking on the edge

A thousand kinds of words were on their lips, yet they remained silent

Let us tell those tales with the sound of the harp

For hiding them made the pot of the chest boil

The homemade wine, fearing the censor, has been drunk

Let us drink in the presence of the beloved and shout 'Drink!'

Last night, they carried him on their shoulders from the tavern's alley

The city's imam, who carried his prayer rug on his shoulder

O heart, I will guide you to the path of salvation

Do not boast of sin, nor sell asceticism

The place of the light of manifestation is the enlightened opinion of the king

If you seek closeness to him, strive for purity of intention

Do not make anything but praise of his glory your heart's refrain

For the ear of his heart is privy to the message of the divine

The secrets of the kingdom's welfare are known to the kings

You, Hafez, a beggar in seclusion, do not clamor