In the era of the king who forgives sins

Hafez became a wine-seller and the mufti drank from the cup

The Sufi sat with bent legs in the corner of the monastery

Until the censor saw him carrying a wine-skin on his shoulder

The state of the sheikh, the judge, and their drinking of wine

I asked the old wine-seller about it in the morning

He said, 'It is not to be spoken, though you are a confidant'

Keep your tongue and veil, and drink wine

The cupbearer of spring arrives, and the face remains

Think of a way, for the blood of the heart has come to a boil from sorrow

It is love, and poverty, and youth, and the new spring

Accept my excuse, and cover my sin with the cloak of generosity

How long will you speak like a candle

The moth of desire has arrived, O silent lover

O king of form and meaning, who is like you

Unseen by any eye, and unheard by any ear

Stay as long as the blue cloak is accepted

Your youth's fortune is from the old, tattered heavens