O you who are always proud of yourself,

If you have no love, you are excused.

Do not go around the madmen of love,

For you are known for the wisdom of the wise.

The intoxication of love is not in your head,

Go, for you are intoxicated with grape juice.

A pale face and a painful sigh,

Are the cure for lovers' sickness.

Pass beyond your name and reputation, Hafez,

Seek a cup of wine, for you are hungover.