With the luminous liquid of wine, an Aref purification made, Early in the morning when, to the wine-house, visit he made.
As soon as the golden cup of the sun became hidden, Hint at the circulation of the cup, the new crescent moon of the ‘Id made.
Be blessed prayers of the one who feels the pain, And the one who with tears and heart’s blood, purification made.
The Imam, a khwajeh, whose desire was long prayers, In the blood of the daughter of the grape, cleansing of the religious garment made.
With soul, from the curl of His tress, my heart purchased tumult: I know not what profit experienced he who this barter made.
If the Imam of the prayers sends for me today, Tell him that Hafez with wine today, purification made.
