At the head of the marketplace of the devoted, they are proclaiming,

Hear, O dwellers of the street of the free-spirited, hear.

The daughter of the vine has been lost to us for a few days,

She has gone to take care of herself; be alert, be ready.

She has a garment of ruby and a diadem of bubbles,

She took away reason and knowledge and left so that you would not complain about her.

Whoever gives me that bitter one (wine), I will give my life as its price,

Even if it is hidden and concealed, go to hell.

A night-wandering, sharp, bitter, rose-colored, and intoxicated girl,

If you find her, take her to Hafez's house.