The month of fasting has gone

ساقی بیار باده که ماه صیام رفت

Saqi, bring wine, for the month of fasting has gone;

درده قدح که موسم ناموس و نام رفت

pour the bowl, for the season of reputation and good name has gone.

وقت عزیز رفت بیا تا قضا کنیم

Precious time has gone; come, let us make up for

عمری که بی حضور صراحی و جام رفت

the life that went by without the flask and cup.

مستم کن آن چنان که ندانم ز بی‌خودی

Make me so drunk that, beside myself, I do not know

در عرصه خیال که آمد، کدام رفت

who came and who went across the field of imagination.

بر بوی آن که جرعه جامت به ما رسد

In hope that a sip from your cup might reach us,

در مصطبه دعای تو هر صبح و شام رفت

every morning and evening a prayer for you went up from the tavern bench.

دل را که مرده بود حیاتی به جان رسید

The heart that had been dead found new life in its soul

تا بویی از نسیم می‌اش در مشام رفت

once a scent of your wine's breeze reached its senses.

زاهد غرور داشت، سلامت نبرد راه

The zahid was proud, and did not come through the road safely;

رند از ره نیاز به دارالسلام رفت

the rend, by the road of humble need, went to the House of Peace.

نقد دلی که بود مرا صرف باده شد

The coin of the heart I had was spent on wine;

قلب سیاه بود از آن در حرام رفت

it was black and counterfeit, so it went on what is forbidden.

در تاب توبه چند توان سوخت همچو عود؟

How long can one burn like aloes-wood in the fever of repentance?

می ده که عمر در سر سودای خام رفت

Give wine, for life has gone in raw ambitions.

دیگر مکن نصیحت حافظ که ره نیافت

Give Hafez no more advice, for no way back is found

گمگشته‌ای که باده نابش به کام رفت

by the lost one whose lips pure wine has touched.