The angels knocked at the door of the tavern last night,
They took the clay called man, and fashioned a cup.The dwellers of Allah's paradise
drank wine with me- a wandering beggar!Heaven couldn't stand this event,
that such honors could be given to a madman.Religious talk is just pretentiousness,
Those who haven't seen Truth speak much nonsense.Praise Allah! There is peace between He and I.
So the dervishes can take their cup happily.The wind that causes the candle to flicker
is not the flame.
The burning fire is my real goal.No one can express ideas like Hafiz,
No such words are written by the hand of man.
