I won't hold his hands, if the...

I won't hold his hands, if they cut me with a sword

Gladly accept the arrows that towards me have soared.

The bows of your brows let their arrows fly

Dying in your bosom I can gladly afford.

The hardships of life may bring me to my knees

The hands of the wine-bearer are the hands of the Lord.

Please, please rise up, O sunshine of hope

I am trapped in the hands of separation and discord.

O wise Tavern Master, help me in my hour of need

Let the youthful life, in my old age be restored.

Upon your locks of hair, last night, I made my vows

The floor is my bed, and your lap is my head-board.

Hafiz, burn all the masks that you have worn & stored

Fire of heart then can freely come out as your word.