I’ve fixed my gaze upon the moon-like brow
A vision of the green line is etched somewhere in my mind

I hope that the charter of my love affair
Will reach a calligraphic height from that bow-like brow

My head is lost, my eyes have burned from waiting
In longing for the head and the eyes of a festive gathering

My heart is clouded with fire, I'll burn my robe
Come and see whom it makes a spectacle of

On the day of my demise, make my coffin of cypress
For I'm going to the lofty heights of sorrow

I've given the reins of my heart to a dervish
Who has no concern for anyone's crown or throne

In that place where beauties kill with a wink
Don't be surprised if a head falls at their feet

For me, whose night is illuminated by the moon of his face
How could I care for the light of a star?

Let separation and union be as my beloved wills
For it would be a pity to desire anything else from him

Fish offer pearls out of joy
If Hafez's ship reaches the sea