Why do you seek piety from us, when we called the intoxicated to the feast?

Around the circle of your drunken narcissus, we offered prayers for well-being.

Open the tavern door for me, for nothing came of the cloister's door,

Believe it if you will; if not, this is what we said, and so be it.

O cupbearer, I have fallen to ruin because of your eyes, yet

A calamity that comes from the beloved, we welcomed a thousand times over.

If you do not forgive me, in the end, you will regret it.

Keep in mind the meaning of what we once said in your service.

I said your stature was like the cypress, but it brought much shame,

Why did we make such a comparison? Why did we utter this slander?

My liver has turned to blood like the musk pouch; nothing less is needed,

As punishment for speaking wrongly of the curls of your tresses.

You became fire, O Hafez, but it did not catch with the beloved,

As if we told the breeze tales of the rose's faithlessness.