O cupbearer, it is the shadow of the cloud, spring, and by the stream

I will not say what to do if you are a person of heart, you tell me

The scent of unity does not come from this picture, rise

Wash the stained cloak of the Sufi with pure wine

The world is of low nature, do not rely on its mercy

O world-seer, do not seek steadfastness from the base

I give you two pieces of advice, listen and take a hundred treasures

Enter through the door of joy and do not seek faults

Be grateful that you have reached spring again

Plant the root of goodness and seek the path of investigation

If you seek the beloved's face, make the mirror worthy

Otherwise, flowers and lilies will never bloom from iron and copper

Open your ears, for the nightingale is lamenting

Master, do not neglect, smell the flower of success

You said that from our Hafez comes the scent of hypocrisy

Bravo to your soul that you sensed it well