Who will take a message from me, the beggar, to the kings

That in the alley of the wine sellers, two thousand Jams are in a cup

I have become ruined and infamous, yet I still hope

That with the effort of the beloveds, I will achieve good reputation

You who sell alchemy, cast a glance at our heart

For we have no goods and have set a trap

Strange is the loyalty of the beloved who showed no favor

Neither a message in a letter nor a greeting with a pen

If this wine is raw, if that companion is mature

It is a thousand times better than a thousand mature raw ones

Do not lead me astray, O Sheikh, with the beads of the rosary

For a clever bird, if it falls, will not fall into any trap

I am ready to serve you, buy me with kindness and do not sell

For a servant rarely falls into the blessing of slavery

Where should I take my complaint, to whom should I tell this tale

That your lips were our life and you had no permanence

Release the arrow of your eyelashes and spill Hafez's blood

For no one will take revenge on such a killer