O cupbearer, fill the cup, for the master of your gathering

Grants wishes and keeps secrets.

Paradise is here and now; renew joy and pleasure,

For in paradise, God does not record sin against His servant.

The lovers are fulfilling their desires, and the companions are courteous,

The attendants are of good repute, and those in attendance are well-wishing.

The harp plays the tune of merriment, the assembly hall is a place for dancing,

The beloved's mole is the seed of the heart, the cupbearer's locks are the snare of the path.

Nothing better than this exists; O cupbearer, choose pleasure,

No state is more pleasant than this; O Hafez, ask for the cup.