At night, from the musician whose heart is happy,

I heard the heart-rending cry of the reed flute.

His music affected my burning heart so much

That I saw nothing without tenderness/sympathy.

The cupbearer was a good companion for me that night,

Who revealed the sun of fidelity through (your) tresses and face.

When he saw my eagerness, he added (wine) to the cup,

I said to the cupbearer with the auspicious footsteps.

You released me from the bonds of existence,

When you poured the cup of wine successively.

When Hafez became selfless/ecstatic, who would count

The kingdom of Kay Kavus for a barley grain?