Ghazal 026 from Divan of Hafez

With disheveled hair, restless, smiling, and drunk,
Shirt unbuttoned, singing a ghazal, with a wine flask in hand,

Her narcissus eyes wild, her lips sighing,
In the middle of the night, she came to my bedside and sat down.

She leaned her head close to my ear in a mournful voice,
And said, "O my long-time lover, are you asleep?"

A lover who is given such night-time wine,
Would be a lover of infidelity if he did not become a wine drinker.

Go away, O ascetic, and do not criticize the suffering ones,
For on the Day of Eternity, they gave us no other gift.

Whatever she poured into our cup, we drank,
Whether it was wine from paradise or intoxicating wine.

The smile of the wine cup and the tangled curls of the beloved,
How many vows have been broken like Hafez's vows.