When effort and striving do not advance a matter,

One leaves it to God and His wise decrees.

He would not lower his head for the kingship of the world,

If a dervish becomes aware of the secret of contentment.

Drink wine, for the distributor of creation has apportioned

Both antidote and poison in creation.

If you want not to become crooked from the stone of discord,

Do not be like a scale, always seeking more or less.

They consider hypocrisy lawful and a cup of wine forbidden,

What a fine path and nation, what a fine law and religion!

The hypocrisy of the deceitful ascetic has worn out my soul,

Bring a cup and place a balm on this wounded heart.

If you are the best in captivating hearts, what is surprising?

For the light of your beauty existed before the foundation of the world.

Your sweet mouth has become the desire of Hafez's soul,

My life was in danger because of this heart that thinks of the impossible.