The spring cloud appeared with the new year's wind,
wine and music need money; what will I do?I'm ashamed of my wallet when I see the girls,
Love and poverty are heavy when together.People are cruel, don't risk your good name.
Pawn your Sufi cloak, and buy wine and flowers.Maybe luck will bring me success,
I've been praying for it all night!With happy smiles the rose came to the garden,
It really owes its reputation to the perfume of the Friend.If the clothes of a lover of freedom are ripped, it's fine.
I ruined a cloak too, due to "holiness" and fame.No one could describe your face like I did,
but no one knows how unfair you've been to me.Hafiz has taken a fatal wound in the heart.
His verse drips with the blood of an arrow of Love.
