The king, tall as a cypress, is the lover of sweet-tongued Shirins,

With his lashes, he shatters the hearts of all those who break ranks.

The drunkard passed by and cast a glance upon me, the beggar,

He said, 'O eyes and light of all sweet-tongued ones!'

How long will your purse be empty of silver and gold?

Become my servant, and enjoy all the riches of the world.

You are no less than a speck; do not lower yourself, show affection,

So you may reach the secret place of the sun, spinning like the stars.

Do not rely on the world, even if you hold a cup of wine,

Enjoy the joy of those with fine foreheads and delicate bodies.

My old wine-bearer, may his soul be at peace,

He said, 'Avoid the company of those who break promises.'

Take the hand of the friend and sever ties with the enemy,

Become a man of God and free yourself from the devils.

I was speaking with the morning breeze in the garden of tulips,

Saying, 'Who are these martyrs in all these bloody shrouds?'

Hafez said, 'You and I are not privy to this secret,'

Tell tales of the ruby wine and the sweet-tongued ones.