Last night, a voice from the corner of the tavern

Said, 'They will forgive sins, so drink wine'

The divine grace will do its work

The herald will bring the good news of mercy

This raw intellect, take it to the tavern

So that the ruby wine may bring its blood to a boil

Though union with the beloved is not given through effort

Still, O heart, strive as much as you can

The grace of God is greater than our sins

What do you know of the hidden secret? Be silent

My ear and the ringlet of the beloved's hair

My face and the dust at the tavern door

Hafez's libertinism is not a grave sin

With the king's generosity, faults are covered

The judge of religion, the brave king, who made

The Holy Spirit a ring in his ear of command

O King of the Throne, grant his wish

And protect him from the evil eye's danger