I turn my eyes to the sea and cast patience to the desert

And in this matter, I throw my heart into the sea

From my narrow, sinful heart, I sigh deeply

That may set fire to the sins of Adam and Eve

The source of joy lies where the beloved resides

I strive to cast myself there, where my beloved is

Loosen your robe, O moon with a sunlit crown

So I may, like your hair, place my love-struck head at your feet

Struck by the arrow of fate, give me wine so I may be intoxicated

And untie the knot in the girdle of Gemini’s quiver

I shall sprinkle drops from the cup upon this moving throne

And let the echo of the harp resonate in this azure dome

Hafez, reliance on time is but an error and a mistake

Why should I postpone today’s joy to tomorrow?