The nightingale sang from the cypress branch in Persian melody

Last night, it sang the lesson of spiritual stations

Meaning, come, for the fire of Moses revealed a rose

So you may hear the unity lesson from the tree

The garden birds compose rhymes and exchange witticisms

While the master drinks and listens to Persian ghazals

Jamshid took nothing from the world but the tale of the cup

Beware, do not attach your heart to worldly possessions

Hear this strange tale of reversed fortune

The beloved killed us with Jesus-like breaths

Happy is the time of the mat, begging, and peaceful sleep

For this joy is not suitable for the king's throne

Your eye's flirtation ruined people's homes

May your intoxication never end, for you walk beautifully drunk

How beautifully the old farmer said to his son

O light of my eyes, you will reap nothing but what you sow

Unless the cupbearer gave Hafez extra duties

So that the curls of the dervish's turban became disheveled