Friends, it's time to indulge in pleasure, for the rose is in bloom

This is the language of the people of the heart, and we will drink it with our souls

There is no one who has kindness and spends their time in joy

The solution is to sell our prayer mats for wine

It is a pleasant weather, O God, send us a joyful breeze

A gentle breeze that we can drink with our faces flushed

The organ of the heavens is the guide of the people of art

Why should we not lament and cry out from this sorrow

The rose has bloomed, and we did not give it a drop of wine

Therefore, we are boiling with the fire of deprivation and desire

We drink from the tulip cup a wine that is an illusion

May the evil eye be far from us, for we are intoxicated without music and wine

Hafez, this strange state, with whom can we say that we

Are nightingales that are silent in the season of the rose