I am drunk with Love, bearer, ...

I am drunk with Love, bearer, bring me some wine

This feast without a full jug, will run down and decline.

Describing that beauty, neither seems right and nor fair,

Musicians play on, and wine-bearer bring me wine.

My stature is now curved, and your rivals from now on

Won't tempt me through this door, with no other will align.

In my longings for Thy face, I, and hopeful desires,

In hope of union, I, fancy, and dream combine.

Intoxicated with those eyes, where do I find my cup?

Lovesick with vision of those lips, of answers there's no sign.

Hafiz, in search of the good, why put your heart on the line?

How can you quench one's thirst, through a mirage that may shine?