Rise, let us take the Sufi's cloak to the tavern,

And mystical utterances to the market of absurdities.

Let us bring the dervish's cloak and prayer rug as offerings,

To the wayfaring wanderers of truth.

So that all the secluded ones may drink the morning cup,

And we may carry the morning harp to the elder of prayers.

With you, the covenant we made in the safe valley,

Let us, like Moses, cry 'Show Yourself' and go to the meeting place.

Let us strike the drum of your honor on the heavens' parapet,

And raise the banner of your love to the celestial rooftops.

Tomorrow, in the plain of resurrection,

We shall carry the dust of your alley on our heads in pride.

If the ascetic places the thorn of blame in our path,

We shall bring him from his garden to the prison of retribution.

Shame upon us for our soiled woolen garment,

If we claim sanctity with such virtues and skills.

If the heart does not value time and achieves nothing,

It is such a shame to take this outcome from our time.

Temptation rains from this ornate ceiling; rise,

So we may seek refuge in the tavern from all calamities.

How long shall we wander lost in the desert of annihilation?

Let us ask for the way so that we may attend to vital matters.

Hafez, do not spill your dignity at the doorstep of every lowly one;

Take your needs to the Judge of all necessities.