Go, O ascetic, and do not invite me towards paradise,

For God in eternity created me from the people of paradise.

No one can harvest a single grain from the harvest of existence,

Who has not sown a seed in the path of truth in the realm of annihilation.

You with your rosary, prayer rug, and path of asceticism and righteousness,

And I with the tavern, the zunnar (a sacred thread worn by Zoroastrians), and the path of the monastery and the synagogue.

Do not prevent me from wine, O pure Sufi, for the wise one

In eternity created our nature with pure wine.

He found no comfort in the life of paradise and the lips of its houris,

Whoever let go of the skirt of his beloved for paradise.

The pure Sufi was not from paradise because, like me,

He left his dervish's cloak in pledge for wine in the taverns.

Hafez, if the grace of God is with you and has favor upon you,

Be free from the sorrow of hell and safe from paradise.