O light of my eyes, listen to my words

When your goblet is full, offer and drink

There are many temptations of the devil on the path of love

Come forward and listen to the message of the heavenly messenger

The melody is ruined and the instrument of joy remains no more

O harp, raise your lament and O drum, roar

Prayer beads and cloak do not give the pleasure of intoxication

Seek the zeal for this deed from the wine-seller

The elders speak from experience, I told you

O son, heed the advice so you may grow old

Love did not place its chain on the wise

If you want to pull the beloved's hair, abandon wisdom

There is no withholding of life and wealth from friends

A hundred lives for the beloved, heed the advice

O Saqi, may your goblet never be empty of pure wine

Give a glance of kindness to me, the wine-drinker

When you pass by, intoxicated in your golden robe

Offer a kiss to Hafez, the wool-clad one