At dawn, when drunk from the night

I took wine with the harp and the cup

I made reason's provision for the journey from wine

And sent it away from the city of existence

The wine-seller gave me a coquetry

So that I became safe from the deceit of time

From the cupbearer with bow-like eyebrows, I heard

He said, 'O arrow of blame, take aim'

You will not tie a side like a shy one

If you see yourself in the middle

Go, set this trap for another bird

For the phoenix has a high nest

Who can tie the side of union with the beauty of a king

Who keeps love with himself eternally

The companion, the minstrel, and the cupbearer are all him

The illusion of water and clay is an excuse on the path

Give the ship of wine so that we may sail happily

From this boundless sea

Our existence is a riddle, O Hafez

Its investigation is magic and legend