Don't separate from me, for you are the light of my eyes
The solace of my soul and the companion of my wounded heart
Lovers cannot take their hands from your skirt
You've torn the shirt of their patience
May fortune's eye not harm you, for in captivating hearts
You've reached the utmost perfection
Don't blame him for his love, O judge of the time
Excuse him, for you have not seen him
The reproach that your friend Hafez has made of you
Perhaps you've stepped beyond your own carpet