The world's a prisoner of your grace and beauty,
by being united, you gain the universe.
Even a candle,
if it gives away the secrets of the Friend,
will be burnt by its own tongue and die out.
The secret flame of Love in my heart
is best compared to the shining sun.
The rose, seeking to imitate its scent and colour,
was punished by the warm wind and made to renounce.
The flame caused me to admire the Saki's image,
reflected by the light in the wine-cup.
Drink, those who know what is coming
are eased in their suffering by the weight of the cup.
On the rose, with the blood of the ocean, is written:
"only men who are already experienced,
will be able to choose the purple wine".
Hafiz, how can the jealous ones damn you,
if Divine Grace wets your pen?