If you, like a cypress, lean for a moment towards a flower garden
Every flower will be pricked with jealousy of your face
Every curl of your hair and every disturbance is from disbelief
Every corner of your eye is a sickness from the morning
Do not go to sleep, O drunken-eyed beloved, like my fortune
For behind you is the sigh of wakefulness from every direction
I would offer the price of my life for the dust of your path
Although the price of a life is of no value to you
O heart, do not always boast about the locks of your beloveds
When you become confused, who will solve your problem?
My head is gone, and this affair has not been settled for a time
My heart is broken, and your sorrow has not been my sorrow
I said to the dot, "Come into the middle of the circle"
With a laugh, it said, "O Hafez, what a compass is this!"