If swords rain down in the alley of that moon

We have submitted our necks; the judgment belongs to God

We too know the way of piety

But what can be done with misguided fortune

We recognize less of the sheikh and preacher

Either a cup of wine or a short tale

I, a libertine and lover in the season of flowers

Then repentance, may God forgive

Your love cast no image upon us

Mirror of dreams, oh from your heart, oh

Patience is bitter, and life is fleeting

Would that I knew when I shall meet him

Hafez, why do you lament if you desire union

You must drink blood at all times