Let’s offer flowers, pour a cup of libation,
split open the skies and start anew on creation.
If the forces of grief invade our lovers’ veins,
cupbearer and I will wash away this temptation.
With rose water we’ll mellow crimson wine’s bitter cup;
we’ll sugar the fire to sweeten smoke’s emanation.
Take this fine lyre, musician, strike up a love song;
let’s dance, sing all night, go wild in celebration.
As dust, O West Wind, let us rise to the Heavens,
floating free in Creator’s glow of elation.
If mind desires to return while heart cries to stay,
here’s a quarrel for love’s deliberation.
Alas, these words and songs go for naught in this land;
come, Hafez, let’s create a new generation.
English version by Haleh Pourafzal and Roger Montgomery
Original Language Persian/Farsi