Blessed is that day when I leave this ruined abode
I will seek peace of mind and follow my beloved.
Though I know the stranger’s path leads nowhere
I will go following the scent of those disheveled locks.
My heart is weary of the prison of Alexander
I will pack my bags and go to the kingdom of Solomon.
Like the morning breeze, with a frail body and a weary heart
I will go to be with that graceful cypress.
If my head must be severed on his path
I will go with a wounded heart and weeping eyes.
I have vowed that if I ever escape this sorrow
I will go joyful and singing songs to the tavern door.
Like an atom, I will dance in his service
Until the lip of the radiant sun.
The swift horses have no sorrow for heavy burdens
O pious ones, help me so I may go happily and easily.
And if, like Hafez, I cannot find a way out of the wilderness
I will go with the star of the era’s Asaf.