It is Eid and the season of flowers, O cupbearer, bring wine.

The time of flowers when the eye is set upon the wine cup.

My heart is weary of this asceticism and piety.

O cupbearer, give wine so that the heart may be opened.

The Sufi who yesterday advised the lovers,

Today I saw him drunk, having abandoned piety.

Consider these remaining few days of the flower as a treasure.

If you are a lover seeking joy, (associate) with simple cupbearers.

The flower is gone, O heedless companions, why do you sit?

Without the sound of the lute and harp, and without a beloved and a cup of wine.

Do you know what looks pleasant in the morning gathering?

The reflection of the cupbearer's face in the fallen wine cup.

When the musician tunes the instrument, perhaps if they wish,

(They will sing) from the style of Hafez's poetry in the prince's gathering.