Cool is the fragrant breeze of the incense burner, a delightful scent
That rose in the air of your dawn
Be my guide, O auspicious bird of encounter
For my eyes have become water from longing for the dust of that threshold
In remembrance of my frail self, who is drowning in heartache
Look at the crescent moon from the edge of the horizon
I am the one who breathes without you, what a shame
Unless you forgive, otherwise what is the excuse for sin?
From your friends I learned in the path of love
At dawn, when the morning breeze tore open the black banner
On the day I leave this world for your love
Let a red rose bloom from my grave instead of a plant
Do not grow weary of me too soon, delicate heart
For Hafez himself said “Bismillah” at this very moment