A thousand efforts I’ve made to have you as my beloved
To be the wish-fulfilling one of my restless heart
To be the lamp of my sleepless night
To be the companion of my hopeful mind
Like the Khusrovian kings who are gentle to their slaves
You should be my lord and master in the midst
From that ruby, my heart bleeding from your coquetry
If I make a complaint, be my comforter
In that garden where idols seize the hands of lovers
If it is possible for you, be my beloved
Come one night to the hut of the sorrowful lovers
For a moment be the companion of my grieving heart
May the gazelle of the sun be the prey of my thin body
If a gazelle like you were to be my hunt for a moment
The three kisses you have taken are my duty
If you do not repay, you will be my debtor
I wish to see this: that one night
Instead of flowing tears, you would be beside me
Although I am the Hafez of the city, I do not seek a stream
Unless you, out of your kindness, are my beloved