I am the one famous in the city for loving

I am the one who has not stained my eyes with evil

We are loyal, bear blame, and remain happy

For in our way, it is infidelity to be distressed

I asked the elder of the tavern what the path to salvation is

He asked for a cup of wine and said to conceal faults

What is the heart's desire from viewing the world's garden

It is to pick flowers from your face with the people's eyes

In wine worship, I cast my image on the water

So that I may destroy the image of self-worship

I rely on the mercy of your hair, otherwise

If there is no pull from that side, what is the use of trying

We will turn the reins to the tavern from this gathering

For it is necessary not to hear the preaching of the hypocrites

Learn love with a beautiful face from the beloved's line

For it is pleasant to circle around the beautiful ones' cheeks

Do not kiss anything but the cupbearer's lips and the wine cup, Hafez

For it is a mistake to kiss the hands of piety sellers