Go, ascetic, with the hope that you have,

For I have hope just like you.

What else does the tulip hold in its hand but the wine cup?

Come, cupbearer, bring what you have.

Draw me into the ranks of the madmen,

For drunkenness is better than sobriety.

Avoid me, O Sufi, avoid me,

For I have repented from piety.

Come, bind your heart in the curve of her tresses,

If you desire liberation and salvation.

For God's sake, break your repentance during the time of the rose,

For the promise of the rose has no stability.

Dear one, the spring of life has passed,

Like the spring breeze over the side of the meadow.

Come, Hafez, drink the bitter advice,

Why are you spending a lifetime in heedlessness?