Sufi, come, let us discard the cloak of hypocrisy

And draw a line of nullification over this deceitful act

We place the offerings and gifts of the monastery towards the wine

And wash the cloak of hypocrisy in the tavern's water

If tomorrow they do not grant us the garden of paradise

We will pull the youths from the garden and the houris from heaven

Let us joyfully jump out from the assembly of the Sufis

Pillage the wine and take the beloved in our embrace

Let us revel, or else they will drag us in regret

On the day we move our soul to another world

The secret of God, which is hidden in the unseen

Let us drunkenly lift its veil from the face

Where is a glimpse of his brow, so like the new moon

We may drive the sphere of heaven in the curve of the golden polo stick

Hafez, it is not our place to boast such things

Why should we stretch beyond our limits