I saw the green field of the sky and the new moon's sickle
It reminded me of my own harvest and the time of reaping
I said, "O fortune, you slept while the sun rose"
It said, "Despite all this, don't despair of the past"
If you go pure and detached like Messiah to the heavens
A hundred rays will reach the sun from your lamp
Don't rely on the star of the night thief, for this thief
Will steal Kavus' crown and Kaykhusraw's belt
Though gold and ruby earrings may be heavy on the ear
The cycle of beauty is fleeting, heed my advice
Evil eye be far from your mole, for in the arena of beauty
It has launched a ship that has won from the moon and sun
Do not sell the sky's greatness for love
A harvest of moons for a stream, a cluster of Pleiades for two streams
The fire of hypocrisy and pretense will burn the harvest of religion
Hafiz, throw away this woolen robe and go