O heart, at the moment when you are intoxicated with ruby-colored wine,

You are with a hundred times the majesty of Croesus, without gold or treasure.

In a place where leadership is bestowed upon the poor,

I hope that you will be superior to all in status.

On the path to Layli's abode, where there are dangers,

The first condition of taking a step is to be like Majnun (madly in love).

I have shown you the point of love, beware, do not err,

Otherwise, when you look, you will be outside the circle.

The caravan has departed, and you are asleep, and the desert lies ahead,

How will you go, whom will you ask for directions, what will you do, how will you be?

If you seek a royal crown, show your inherent worth,

Even if you are from the lineage of Jamshid and Fereydun.

Drink a cup of wine and scatter a drop towards the heavens,

How long, how long will you have a heart full of blood from the sorrow of the times?

Hafez, do not lament poverty, for if the poem is this,

No joyful person would approve of you being sad.