Last night, the director of our consciences, on leaving the Mosque, made his way to the tavern! O friends, what should our conduct be after such an example?
We, poor sheep, how could we turn our faces toward the Kaaba, when our shepherd turns his toward the cabaret?
Let us all gather, then, at the wine-seller’s, since from all eternity our lot has been so decreed.
Oh, if intelligence knew how well the heart fares, suspended from a beautiful tress, all men of wit would go mad for the chain that holds us in such sweet captivity.
At last my heart had seized a moment’s rest as its prey, when, alas! unbinding Thy wondrous tresses, thou didst enrage it once more and plunge it back into its cruel torments.
Thy lovely face is for us a sample of divine beauty; that is why, in our poetic tales, there is nothing but charms and allurements.
We, poor sheep, how could we turn our faces toward the Kaaba, when our shepherd turns his toward the cabaret?
Let us all gather, then, at the wine-seller’s, since from all eternity our lot has been so decreed.
Oh, if intelligence knew how well the heart fares, suspended from a beautiful tress, all men of wit would go mad for the chain that holds us in such sweet captivity.
At last my heart had seized a moment’s rest as its prey, when, alas! unbinding Thy wondrous tresses, thou didst enrage it once more and plunge it back into its cruel torments.
Thy lovely face is for us a sample of divine beauty; that is why, in our poetic tales, there is nothing but charms and allurements.
Will your heart of stone at last be touched, if only once, by our burning lamentations, by our fiery sighs, which torment us through the night?
The zephyr gently scattered your lovely tresses, and my eyes, dazzled at the sight, were at once engulfed in darkness. Behold, cruel one, all the profit I have gained from the admiration inspired in me by your lovely hair.
The arrow of my sighs has crossed the bounds of the world. O Hafiz, be silent now, have pity on your soul! Put it beyond the reach of their terrible assaults.
The zephyr gently scattered your lovely tresses, and my eyes, dazzled at the sight, were at once engulfed in darkness. Behold, cruel one, all the profit I have gained from the admiration inspired in me by your lovely hair.
The arrow of my sighs has crossed the bounds of the world. O Hafiz, be silent now, have pity on your soul! Put it beyond the reach of their terrible assaults.