Two clever friends and two measures of old wine,

Leisure, a book, and a corner of a meadow.

I will not give this state for the world and the hereafter,

Even if assemblies follow me at every moment.

Whoever gave the corner of contentment for the treasure of the world,

Sold the Egyptian Joseph for the lowest price.

Come, so that the prosperity of this workshop does not decrease,

Whether by asceticism like yours or by libertinism like mine.

Because of the whirlwind of events, one cannot see,

In this meadow, whether there was a rose or a jasmine.

Look in the mirror of the cup, the painting of the unseen,

That no one remembers such a wondrous time.

From these hot winds that passed over the side of the garden,

It is strange that there is still the scent of a rose and the color of a wild rose.

Strive for patience, O heart, for God will not abandon,

Such a precious gem in the hand of Ahriman (the devil).

The temperament of the world is corrupted in this calamity, Hafez,

Where is the thought of a wise man and the opinion of a Brahmin?