I will not abandon the love of the beloved and the wine cup

I have repented a hundred times, and I will not do it again

The garden of paradise, the shade of Tuba, the palace, and the houris

I will not compare with the dust of the beloved's street

The teaching and lesson of the wise is a single hint

I said a metaphor, and I will not repeat it

I will never be aware of myself

Until I raise my head in the tavern

The advisor sarcastically said to abandon love

There is no need for conflict, brother, I will not

This is the complete calendar that with the city's beloveds

I do not flaunt and coquet on the pulpit

Hafez, the presence of the old Magian is a place of fortune

I will not abandon kissing the dust of this door