Now that the sweet-smelling breeze
has come to the garden,
I enjoy the cool wine and the beautiful maidens.Now any beggar could seize the Kingdom of riches,
my garden is full of green valleys,
my bliss is like a summer rain.My son, the green grass tells the story of spring Love.
Don't miss the bliss of the present
for promises of the future.Enjoy Love and fulfill your soul.
The world will make bricks and break bricks
out of the clay of our selves.Your societies are not faithful,
The monastery candle is not bright enough
to light the altar.Don't blame me for being shameless,
who knows what is Written?Neither Hafiz's body nor his life can deny,
For all his mischief, only heaven awaits him.
