You give me a message, from a beggar to a King:
"You can sell your kingdom at the tavern for a cup!"Though I'm a rogue, and a lover of freedom,
by the grace of the Friend I'll still look respectable.If you have the Elixir, pity my plight!
I don't have any gold to give, so let me be a servant.The Friend has always ignored me,
And doesn't answer my messages or letters of love.My wine is cheap, let the Priest enjoy his fame,
Drink cheap wine, and don't be a hypocrite.O Priest! Your rosaries don't fool me!
The wise bird won't fly into a cage!Who can I complain to of my sufferings?
Your lips give me life, but then go away.Hafiz can't escape the arrow of the Beloved's eyes,
he can't seek revenge against such a murder as this.
