For a lifetime, we’ve set our feet on the path of your sorrow
We’ve cast aside the world’s pretense and hypocrisy.

We’ve abandoned the arches and colonnades of the school, and the noise of learning
For the sake of the wine cup and the moon-faced wine server.

We’ve entrusted both our lives to those two magical narcissi
And our hearts to those two Indian hyacinths.

For a lifetime, with the hope of a sign
We’ve fixed our eyes on those two corners of your eyebrows.

We haven’t conquered the kingdom of tranquility with an army
Nor have we established a throne with our arms.

Until the magic of your beloved’s eyes plays its game again
We’ve founded our hope on the charm of your enchantment.

Without your rebellious curl, my sorrowful head
Like a violet, is bowed on my knee.

In a corner of hope, like moon-watchers
We’ve fixed our longing gaze on that bend of your eyebrow.

You asked, “Hafez, where is your wandering heart?”
I’ve placed it in the coils of that curl of your hair.