My joy is everlasting from the beloved ruby

My affairs are well, praise be to God

O rebellious fortune, embrace her tightly

Sometimes drink from the golden cup, sometimes from the beloved ruby

The ignorant elders and misguided sheikhs made tales of our libertinism

The ignorant elders and misguided sheikhs

We repented from the deeds of the ascetic

And sought forgiveness for the actions of the devout

Beloved, how can I describe your separation

A hundred teardrops and a hundred sighs

No unbeliever should see the sorrow I have seen

From your stature like a cypress and your face like the moon

The desire for your lips has made Hafez forget

His nightly lessons and dawn recitations