If I worry about the reproach of the claimants

The way of intoxication and roguery will not leave me

The piety of newly learned rogues is a way to debt

I, who am infamous in the world, what good shall I think of

The king of the restless heads calls me, the homeless

For in foolishness, I am more than the whole world

Carve a mole on my forehead with the blood of my heart

So they know that I am a heretic sacrificed for you

Show some faith and pass by for God's sake

So you do not know what a naive dervish I am in this cloak

O wind, deliver my bloody poem to that beloved

For with her black eyelashes, she pierced my life vein

Whether I drink wine or not, what concern is it to anyone

Hafez is aware of his own secret and the sage of his own time