Come, fair maiden!
And bring us pure Wine
to help us forget the sufferings of time.Help us throw off the cloak of falseness and its ways,
I don't care to be respected,
though it does no harm to those who are truly wise.The flame of my burning heart
has burnt away all poorer hearts
with its bright rays of good.My love-crazy heart cries out, saying:
"Who can I tell the divine secret to?"I enjoy the divine company of my Beloved,
Even though my Beloved
has taken away all my peace of mind.The cypress, the flowers, and all work of art,
They mean nothing to me,
now that my Beloved has given me this gift.O Hafiz, suffer the challenge, and be wise.
You are destined to find your home.
