At dawn, I resolved to repent and seek guidance in prayer

But the spring, a breaker of vows, arrives—what should I do?

To speak honestly, I cannot bear to see

My companions drink while I sit and only watch

Like a bud with a smiling lip, recalling the king’s gathering,

I grab the goblet and tear my robe in joy

Cure my mood with the round of tulips

Should I withdraw from the circle of joy and mirth

From the face of the beloved, my desires blossomed like a rose

I consign my enemy’s head to a solid rock

I am a beggar of the tavern, yet see me in my drunken state

When I command the stars and flirt with the heavens

For one like me, who knows not the way of abstinence,

Why should I blame the wine-drinking libertine?

I shall seat an idol like a king upon a throne of roses

And craft necklaces and bracelets from hyacinth and jasmine

Hafez grew weary of drinking wine in secret

With the sound of the lute and reed, I shall reveal his secret