There is no place better than the tavern district,

Where I may find shelter in my old age.

What can I hide from you that I desire?

A bottle of wine and the beautiful face of a lovely one.

My place is the Magian monastery, a pleasant homeland,

My opinion is the opinion of the idols, a blessed opinion.

What wine will you drink, for there is no one as passionate as me in the monastery?

This is nothing but the boastful talk of a dandy.

Be respectful, for not everyone can say

The words of the elder unless he is a Brahmin or a wise man.

O beloved, who else can fit in our mind besides you?

For I have no concern for anyone but you.

Have mercy on the wounded and broken heart of Hafez,

For there is certainly a tomorrow after today.