I’m burning from your separation, turn your face from cruelty
Separation has become our calamity, O God, turn away the calamity
The moon appears on the green expanse of the sky
Until it rises, turn your gaze upon the sky
Scatter the narcissus in defiance of the hyacinth
Eat the dust of the meadow like the morning breeze
Leave behind the plunder of reason and religion, intoxicated
Break your wine cup on your head and turn away your robe
O light of the intoxicated eyes, in the midst of my expectation
Play a mournful tune on the lute or turn away the cup
Time is writing a beautiful line on its face
O God, turn away the bad writing from my beloved
Hafez, from the beautiful ones, your fortune is no more than this
If you are not content, turn away the decree of fate.