I am under the burden due to my short hand

For I am ashamed in front of the tall ones

Unless a hair's chain takes my hand

Otherwise, I will raise my head in madness

Ask my eye about the state of the heavens

For I count the stars from night till day

For this gratitude, I kiss the lip of the cup

For it made me aware of the secrets of my days

If I said the prayers of the wine sellers

What does it matter, for I am fulfilling the right of the blessing

I am very thankful for my own arm

For I do not have the power to harm others

I have a head like Hafez, drunk but

I am hopeful for the kindness of that head