At dawn, the tavern's angel called for prosperity

Saying, return, for this threshold is ancient

Drink our goblet like Jamshid, for from the surface of both worlds

The radiance of the world-seeing cup will give you awareness

At the tavern's door, there are carefree dervishes

Who take and give the crown of kingship

A brick under the head and feet on the seven stars' peak

Behold the power's hand and the rank of the exalted

Our head and the tavern's door, whose roof's edge

Reached the sky and its wall is this short

Do not traverse this stage without the companionship of Khidr

It is darkness, fear the danger of misguidance

If they grant you the kingdom of poverty, O heart

The least of your realm would be from the moon to the fish

If you do not know how to breathe in poverty, do not lose it

The seat of mastery and the council of Turan kingship

Hafez, naïve in greed, have some shame from this tale

What is your deed that you seek the highest paradise