In the taverns of the Magians, I see the light of God
It's amazing what kind of light I see from where
Do not show off your majesty, O King of the Pilgrimage, for you
See a house, while I see the house of God.
I want to loosen the knot of the idols' curls
It is a distant thought, indeed, that I see a mistake.
The burning of my heart, flowing tears, the sighs of dawn, the night's lament
I see all of this from the gaze of your grace.
Every moment, I draw a picture of your face on the path of imagination
To whom shall I say what I see in this curtain?
No one has seen from the musk of Khutan and the Chinese perfume
What I see every morning from the morning breeze.
Friends, do not find fault with Hafez's amorous glances
For I see him as one of your lovers.