If I leave this ruined abode and go towards home

Then I will go there, wise and knowledgeable

If I return to my homeland safely from this journey

I vowed that I will also go to the tavern on the way

So that I can say what I discovered from this journey and spiritual path

I will go to the door of the monastery with a harp and a cup

Those familiar with the path of love will drink hot blood

I am not worthy to go to a stranger with complaints

After this, my hand and the tresses of the beloved will be like a chain

How many times will I go after the desire of my crazy heart

If I see the arch of the eyebrow of the beloved like a prayer niche

I will perform a prayer of gratitude and go after the blessings

Happy is the moment when, like Hafez, I am in the service of the minister

I will go to my home, drunk from the tavern, with my friend