Hey you, parrot! Speaking in riddles,
Sugar wouldn’t melt in your mouth!
Clear your head so your heart will be happy,
And then mimic the words of the Beloved!
To everyone who walks by, you have given mixed messages;
For God’s sake, tell us something we don’t know.
O Winebringer, throw some of Your best wine in our face,
For it is time to wake up!
What chord was it last night that the Minstrel played
That caused the drunk and the pious both to dance?
What drug did You put in their cups
That caused them to lose both their hats and their heads?
Not even to Alexander the Great would Your lovers give the Wine of Life;
He hadn’t the power or the gold for that price.
Today, treason is the currency of the world,
But compared with Love, even alchemy has lost its flash.
Come, and listen to our stories of pain;
Even with few words, the truth is still there.
O Lord, don’t tell our secrets to those who don’t drink;
One cannot give a picture on the wall Your enlightened touch.
To a millionaire, money is the standard of the world;
Hafiz says: O beggars, I have exchanged all my money for these poems!