Morning breeze, its fragrance ...

Morning breeze, its fragrance will exhale

The old world will once again youthfully sail.

Tulip will bring a red cup to the meadows

Narcissus' eyes from poppy will grow pale.

When would nightingale put up with such abuse

In the chamber of the rose cry and wail.

I traded the temple for the tavern, fault me not

Prayer is long and stale, time is frail.

Leave not joy of the now till the morrow

Who can vouch that the morrow, the now shall trail?

Month of Sha'aban put not down the jug of wine

Till the end of Ramadan you'll miss this Holy Grail.

Hold dear all the flowers and commune

Came to be and will whither with a breeze or a gale.

This feast is for friends, O minstrel, play and sing

Sing again, it came thus and went thus, to what avail?

Hafiz, for your sake, entered this tale

Walk with him, say farewell, he'll tear the veil.