I have written the story of my longing and my fearless tears
Come, for without you, I am consumed by sorrow
Many times I have spoken of my love with my two eyes
O mansions of Salma, where is Salma?
A strange event and a strange incident
I have endured as the slain, and the killer is complaining
Who is there who can find fault with your pure skirt?
As pure as a drop of dew on a rose petal
From the dust of your feet, the water of the tulip and rose has life
As the pen of creation has written on water and earth
The morning breeze has become perfumed,
O cupbearer, arise And bring a fragrant cup of generosity
Abandon laziness, seize the opportunity, for the proverb says
That the provision for travelers is speed and agility
Without your image, nothing remains of me, truly
Indeed, the traces of my life are from your life
How can Hafiz speak of your beauty?
It is like the creation of God, beyond comprehension