If you do not drink wine to the sound of the nightingale and the dove

When will I cure you? The last remedy is futile

Store away the color and scent of spring

For the bandits of Bahman and Dey are coming after

When the flower casts off its veil and the bird sings 'hoo-hoo'

Do not let go of the cup, why are you fussing?

When did the splendor of kingship and beauty grant stability?

Only a word remains from Jamshid's throne, and where is the crown?

Treasuring the inheritance of the infidels is heresy

By the word of the minstrel and the cupbearer, by the decree of the drum and the flute

Time does not give anything that it will not take back

Do not seek chivalry from the base, for it is nothing

They have written on the porch of the Garden of Refuge

That whoever buys the coquetry of the world, woe to him

Generosity remains not, I will speak plainly, where is the wine?

Give it for the joy of the soul and the spirit of Hatim Tai

The miser will not smell the scent of God, come, O Hafez

Take the cup and be generous, and the guarantee is upon me