O you who have a place in the street of the taverns,

Make the most of your time if you have a cup in your hand.

O you who spend night and day with the hair and face of the beloved,

May you have the opportunity, for you have a pleasant morning and evening.

O Zephyr, the burnt ones are waiting on the path,

If you have a message from that traveled beloved.

Your verdant mole is a delightful seed of pleasure, but

Beside its meadow, oh, what a trap you have.

I hear the scent of life from the laughing lip of the cup,

Hear it, O master, if you have a sense of smell.

Since you had no constancy in times of faithfulness,

I give thanks that you have constancy in injustice.

If a stranger seeks a good name from you, what will happen?

You are the one who has a name in this city today.

Enough, your dawn prayers will be a companion to the soul,

You who have a night-rising servant like Hafez.