Intoxicated by the cup of love, O cupbearer, give me wine

Fill the goblet, for without wine, the gathering has no charm

The description of her moon-like face cannot be hidden behind a veil

Minstrel, play a tune, and cupbearer, give me wine

My posture became bent like a ring, so after this, O rival

Do not drive us away from this door to any other

We are in anticipation of seeing you and full of hope

In the coquetry of union with you, we are in a dream and reverie

Intoxicated by those two eyes, where is a cup for me

Sick for those two ruby lips, I finally need a reply

Hafez, why do you place your heart in the thought of the beloved

When will the thirsty be satisfied with a mirage's glimmer