If your musk scented curls committed a sin- it’s gone;
and if your Hindu mole has wrought havoc- it’s gone!
If the flash of love should burn those dressed in wool- burnt;
and if the shah’s cruelty has ruined a beggar’s life- ruined!
If the heart has suffered the beloved’s coyness- it’s passed;
and of all that comes and goes between heart and lover- it’s over!
Great vexation arises from those who gossip, but
when curse and cant subside from friends- it’s gone!
In the way of love, keep the heart calm- and bring wine;
all sin, you see, when clarity comes, is gone!
Stand fast, O heart, and endure the play of love;
if blame occurred, and if mistake was made, it’s all gone!
Don’t blame Hafez, o preacher, for he’s left the khanegah-
the feet of the free are not bound, and if gone– gone!
