When I long for you, I don't want wine,
may the barrels rot and the tavern age.Even if its the wine of heaven,
throw it away!
Wine has no purpose if the Beloved is not there.Alas!
The Friend is gone and cannot speak with me of the Beloved,
now nothing interests my tear-filled eyes.Beware my eyes,
I am a danger to others,
with the same flood of tears and sentiment that drown
me.The Friend spends his time freely with others,
But with a stranger like me he keeps hidden.The fields are green,
So let us not grieve,
Drink wine,
Time and Space are only illusions.Hafiz is a libertine,
but a faithful lover.
Love is not limited by outside circumstances.
