By the life of the old master of the tavern and the right of his companionship

There is nothing in my head but the desire to serve him

Though paradise is not a place for sinners

Bring wine, for I am supported by his ambition

May the lightning lamp of that bright cloud shine

For it set the fire of his love to our harvest

If you see a head at the threshold of the tavern

Do not kick it, for its intention is unknown

Come, for last night the heavenly messenger of the unseen world

Gave the glad tidings that his grace is universal

Do not look at me with disdain, for I am drunk

For sin and piety are not without his will

My heart does not incline towards asceticism and repentance, but

Let us strive in the name of the master and the grandeur of his fortune

Hafez's cloak is always pawned for wine

Perhaps his nature is from the dust of the tavern