I went to the morning garden to pluck a rose And suddenly,
the song of a nightingale reached my ears

Poor thing, like me, it was afflicted with love for a rose
And was causing a great uproar in the meadow

I wandered through that garden and meadow moment by moment
Contemplating that rose and nightingale

The rose has become the beloved of beauty,
and the nightingale the companion of love
One has been favored, and the other has undergone transformation

When the nightingale’s song made an impact on my heart
I became so distraught that I could bear no more

Many a rose blooms in this garden But no one has plucked a rose without the thorn’s affliction

Hafez, do not hope for relief from the sphere of the heavens It has a thousand flaws and no favor