The warm wind came to greet the drunken Teacher,
So let's all join to meet in happy drinking!The breath of Christ spreads a sweet scent on the hill,
Trees are green, the birds sing sweetly.The flower was ravaged by the spring wind,
The bud drips, the flower curls.Give up division and seek union,
when the Demon disappears the Angel manifests.A mysterious voice came to me at dawn,
it said: "take my advice, be happy!"What do the flowers say to the early birds?
Their many voices thunder a pondering silence.There's no place here for those
who aren't initiates of Love;
Hide the cup if a priest comes along!Hafiz: move your home from the Mosque to the Tavern,
and perhaps you'll awaken from your lazy illusions.
