At dawn, a traveler in a land

Was telling this riddle to a companion

O Sufi, the wine will become clear

When it spends forty days in the bottle

God is a hundred times disgusted by that cloak

Which has a hundred idols hidden in its sleeves

Although chivalry is a nameless concept

Show your need to a beloved

You will be rewarded, O owner of the harvest

If you show mercy to the gleaners

I see no joy of life in anyone

Neither a heart's remedy nor a religious pain

The hearts have become dark, may it be that from the unseen

A secluded one may light a lamp

If there is no Solomon's ring

What virtue will a seal's design give

Although the custom of the good ones is short-temperedness

What if they get along with a sorrowful one

Show me the way to the tavern so I may ask

My fate from the fortune teller

Neither does Hafez have the presence of solitude's lesson

Nor does the scholar have certain knowledge