Now the breeze of paradise blows

کنون که می‌دمد از بوستان، نسیم بهشت

Now that the breeze of paradise blows from the garden,

من و شراب فرح‌بخش و یار حورسرشت

here I am, with joy-giving wine and a beloved of heavenly nature.

گدا چرا نزند لاف سلطنت امروز؟

Why should the beggar not boast of kingship today,

که خیمه، سایه ابر است و بزمگه، لب کشت

when his tent is the shade of a cloud and his banquet hall the edge of a field?

چمن حکایت اردیبهشت می‌گوید

The meadow is telling the tale of the month of spring:

نه عاقل است که نسیه خرید و نقد بهشت

he is no wise man who buys on credit and leaves paradise in hand.

به می عمارت دل کن که این جهان خراب

Build up the heart with wine, for this ruined world

بر آن سر است که از خاک ما بسازد خشت

means to make bricks from our dust.

وفا مجوی ز دشمن که پرتوی ندهد

Do not look for faithfulness from an enemy, for it gives no light

چو شمع صومعه افروزی از چراغ کنشت

when you kindle the cloister candle from the lamp of a temple.

مکن به نامه سیاهی ملامت من مست

Do not blame me, a drunkard, for a darkened record;

که آگه است که تقدیر بر سرش چه نوشت

who knows what destiny wrote upon his brow?

قدم دریغ مدار از جنازه حافظ

Do not hold back your steps from the funeral of Hafez,

که گر چه غرق گناه است، می‌رود به بهشت

for though he is drowned in sin, he is going to paradise.