I would trade eternal life for a moment of union with Her
Oh God, grant me that which is better

She struck me with her sword, and I told no one
For the secret of a friend is hidden from the enemy

To die as a slave at this door
Is better than all the kingdoms of the world

For God's sake, ask my physician
When will this weak one finally be healed?

A flower that was trampled under our cypress
Its soil was redder than pomegranate blood

Do not invite me to your garden, O ascetic
For this forbidden fruit is better than that garden

Heart, always be a beggar at her door
According to the decree that eternal wealth is there

Young one, do not turn your head away from the old one's advice
For the old one's judgment is better than the young one's luck

One night she said, no one has ever seen
A pearl like the one in my ear in the world

Although the River of Life is alive
But our Shiraz is better than Isfahan

Words in the mouth of a friend are sweet
But the words of Hafez are even sweeter