A greeting like the pleasant scent of familiarity

To those people, the light of my eyes

A salutation like the light in the hearts of the devout

To that candle of the sanctuary of piety

I see none of my companions left

My heart bled from sorrow, O Saqi, where are you?

Do not turn your face away from the Magi's neighborhood, for there

They sell the key to solving problems

Although the bride of the world is of utmost beauty

She exceeds in the manner of unfaithfulness

If my weary heart has any ambition

It will not seek balm from the callous-hearted

Where do they sell the wine that overthrows the Sufi?

For I am tormented by hypocritical piety

The companions broke the bonds of fellowship

As if there had never been any familiarity

If you abandon me, O greedy soul

I will rule as a king in my begging

I will teach you the alchemy of happiness

Separation, separation from bad company

Do not complain about the injustice of time, O Hafez

What do you know of God's work, O servant?