Come, let us scatter flowers and pour wine into the goblet

Let us break the heavens' ceiling and create a new design

If sorrow raises an army to shed the lovers' blood

The cupbearer and I will charge and overthrow its foundation

Let us pour rosewater into the crimson wine

And throw sugar into the censer for the fragrance-spreading breeze

As long as we have a pleasant stream, play a happy tune, minstrel

So we may sing and dance, casting worries aside

O morning breeze, cast the dust of our being to that noble one

So that the king of beauties may look upon us

One boasts of wisdom, another weaves miracles

Come, let us present these judgments to the judge

If you desire the paradise of Eden, come with us to the tavern

So that one day we may cast from the wine jar into the Pond of Abundance

Eloquence and pleasant singing are not practiced in Shiraz

Come, Hafez, so we may place ourselves in another land