Do you know what wealth is? To see the beloved
To choose beggary in their street over kingship
To give up one's life is easy, but
To part from dear friends is difficult
I wish to become a bud in the garden, with a heavy heart
And there, with a good name, tear my garment
Sometimes to speak a secret with the rose like a gentle breeze
Sometimes to hear tales of love from the nightingales
Do not let go of the first kiss of your beloved
For in the end, you will become weary and bite your lip
Count the moments of conversation, for from this two-way path
Once we pass, we can never meet again
It seems Hafiz has been forgotten by Shah Yahya
O Lord, remember him, the nourisher of the poor