In the tavern of Maghān, I see the light of God

What a wonder I see, what light from where I see

Do not display your splendor to me, O King of Pilgrims, for you

See a house, but I see the house of God

I wish to unravel the musk from the tresses of idols

It is a distant thought, for surely I see error

The burning of the heart, flowing tears, the sigh of dawn, the lament of night

All this I see from the glance of your grace

Every moment, from your face, I strike a path of imagination

To whom shall I say what I see behind this veil

No one has seen from the musk of Khotan and the musk of China

What I see every dawn from the morning breeze

Friends, do not fault Hafez for his amorous glances

For I see him among your lovers