It is springtime; strive to be joyful,

For many flowers will bloom again, and you may be in the dust.

I do not say with whom to sit and what to drink now,

For you yourself know if you are clever and wise.

The harp in the melody gives you this advice, but

Advice will benefit you when you are receptive.

In the meadow, every leaf is a book of a different state,

It is a pity that you are unaware of all these matters.

The sorrow of the world will take your precious life for nothing,

If you are troubled day and night by this tale.

Although the path from us to the Friend is full of fear,

Going is easy if you are aware of the destination.

O Hafez, if you have help from your high fortune,

You will be the prey of that beloved with a pleasing appearance.