From that wine of love, every immature one becomes mature

Although it is the month of Ramadan, bring the cup

Days have passed since my poor hand did not grasp

The curls of a cypress-like figure with silver arms

Fasting is an honored guest, O heart

Consider its company a gift and its departure a reward

The clever bird no longer flies to the monastery

Because there is a trap set in every gathering of preaching

I do not complain about the ill-tempered ascetic, it is the custom

That when a morning rises, an evening follows it

When my beloved strolls to view the garden

O messenger breeze, deliver a message from me to her

That companion who drinks clear wine day and night

Will he ever remember the sorrow drinker

Hafez, if the just king does not give justice to your heart

You will achieve the difficult desire through self-will