Rise so we may seek openness from the door of the tavern

Let us sit on the path of the friend and seek a desire

We do not have provisions for the pilgrimage of union

Unless we beg for provisions at the tavern door

Although our tear-stained eyes flow,

We seek a pure-hearted messenger to him

May the pleasure of your sorrow's burn be forbidden on our hearts

If we seek recompense for the cruelty of your love's sorrow

One cannot place the dot of your mole on the slate of sight

Unless we seek a pencil from the eye's pupil

A coquetry from your sweet lips, the heart desired earnestly

Your smiling lips said, let us seek something more

As long as there is a prescription for the lovesick heart

We seek a black line from your hair's shadow

Since your sorrow can only be found in a happy heart

We seek a joyful mind in hope of your sorrow

How long will you sit at the school's door, Hafez

Rise so we may seek openness from the door of the tavern