Go about your business, preacher

برو به کار خود ای واعظ این چه فریادست؟

Go about your business, preacher: what is all this shouting?

مرا فتاد دل از ره، تو را چه افتادست؟

My heart has fallen from the road; what has befallen you?

میان او که خدا آفریده است از هیچ

In her waist, which God created out of nothing,

دقیقه‌ای‌ست که هیچ آفریده نگشادست

there is a subtlety no created being has unravelled.

به کام تا نرساند مرا لبش، چون نای

Until her lip brings me my desire, as it does the reed flute,

نصیحت همه عالم به گوش من بادست

the advice of the whole world is wind in my ear.

گدای کوی تو از هشت خلد، مستغنی‌ست

The beggar of your lane has no need of the eight paradises;

اسیر عشق تو از هر دو عالم آزادست

the captive of your love is free of both worlds.

اگر چه مستی عشقم خراب کرد ولی

Though the drunkenness of love has ruined me,

اساس هستی من زآن خراب، آبادست

the foundation of my being is built up from that ruin.

دلا منال ز بیداد و جور یار که یار

O heart, do not complain of the beloved's injustice and cruelty, for the beloved

تو را نصیب همین کرد و این از آن دادست

gave you this as your portion, and this is justice.

برو فسانه مخوان و فسون مدم حافظ

Go, Hafez, do not recite tales or breathe spells,

کز این فسانه و افسون مرا بسی یادست

for I remember many of these tales and spells.