At dawn, I became intoxicated by the scent of the rose garden in the garden

So that I may become a nightingale and find a cure for my sorrow

I was looking at the beauty of the rose

Which was shining like a lamp in the dark night

So proud of his beauty and youth

That he had a thousand kinds of freedom from the heart of the nightingale

The narcissus flower was open, shedding tears from its eyes due to regret

The tulip had put a hundred wounds on its soul and heart due to sorrow

The tongue was drawn like a sword to rebuke the lily

The mouth of the poppy was open, like the cry of the people

One of the wine drinkers had a wine jug in his hand

And one of the cupbearers of the drunkards had taken the wine jug

Consider joy, pleasure, and youth like a flower, a treasure

For Hafez, there is no other way to convey the message to the prophet