Apart from losing faith and learning

به غیر از آن که بشد دین و دانش از دستم

Apart from losing my faith and learning from my hand,

بیا بگو که ز عشقت چه طرف بربستم؟

come, tell me, what have I gained from loving you?

اگر چه خرمن عمرم غم تو داد به باد

Though grief for you gave the harvest of my life to the wind,

به خاک‌پای عزیزت که عهد نشکستم

by the dust of your dear feet, I have not broken my vow.

چو ذره گرچه حقیرم؛ ببین به دولت عشق

Though I am small as a mote, see, by the fortune of love,

که در هوای رخت چون به مهر پیوستم

how in longing for your face I have joined the sun.

بیار باده که عمریست تا من از سر امن

Bring wine, for it has been a lifetime since, feeling safe,

به کنج عافیت از بهر عیش ننشستم

I sat in the corner of well-being for the sake of pleasure.

اگر ز مردم هشیاری ای نصیحت‌گو

If you are one of the sober people, O counsellor,

سخن به خاک میفکن؛ چرا که من مستم

do not throw your words into the dust, for I am drunk.

چگونه سر ز خجالت برآورم بر دوست

How can I raise my head for shame before the Friend,

که خدمتی بسزا برنیامد از دستم

when no fitting service has come from my hand?

بسوخت حافظ و آن یار دلنواز نگفت

Hafez burned, and that heart-soothing friend never said,

که مرهمی بفرستم که خاطرش خستم

"Let me send a salve, since I have wounded his heart."