This morning, when he journeyed to the wine-shop
the aref was purified by the bright water of wine.
As soon as the sun’s golden bowl sinks from view,
the moon’s crescent points to the time of cup sharing.
Beautiful the prayer and need of those whose pain
the water of tears and the blood of courage purifies.
Because all of seeing depends on insight-
behold the beloved’s face with grateful eyes!
Due to her encircling curls, my heart bought my soul such grief
that in all this, I do not know who profited from whom!
If the imam summons the congregation today,
give the news that Hafez has been made pure by wine!
note: aref= gnostic