For God's sake, do not sit with those who wear the cloak

Do not hide your face from the disheveled rogues

In this cloak, there is much impurity

How delightful is the time of the wine sellers' robe

In these Sufi-like people, I saw no pain

May the joy of the pain drinkers be pure

You have a delicate nature and cannot endure

The burdens of a handful of cloak wearers

Since you have made me drunk, do not sit veiled

Since you have given me wine, do not make me drink poison

Come and see the loss from these hypocrites

A jug of heart's blood and a roaring lute

Beware of Hafez's enthusiasm

For he has a heart like a boiling pot