At dawn, I was telling the wind of my longing
A voice replied, "Be confident in God's grace"
The morning prayer and the night's sigh are the key to the treasure of the desired
Go this way, with this method, that you may be united with your beloved
The pen does not have that language to reveal the secret of love
Beyond the limit of speech is the description of longing
O Joseph of Egypt, who was made arrogant by kingship
Ask your father, in the end, where did the love of a son go?
The beautiful old world has no compassion in its nature
What do you ask of its love? What hope do you place in it?
O eagle, so noble, how long will you be greedy for bones?
Pity that shadow of ambition that you cast upon the unworthy
If there is any profit in this market, the dervish is content
O God, make me blessed with poverty and contentment
The black-eyed Kashmiri women and the Turkmen of Samarkand
Dance and flaunt to the poetry of Hafez of Shiraz