My beauty, what remedy is there for the sorrow of my love for you?
How long shall I wail through the night in sorrow for you?
My heart is so mad that it will not heed advice
Unless I chain it with a strand of your hair.
What I have suffered during the time of your absence, alas
It is impossible to write in a single letter.
With the strands of your hair, the sum of my disarray
When will I have a chance to fully recount it?
When the desire to see my life arises
In my mind, I will picture your beautiful face.
If I knew that your union would be obtained this way
I would abandon all religion and faith.
Go away from me, O preacher, and speak no more in vain
I am not one to lend an ear to deceit anymore.
There is no hope of improvement from Hafez’s corruption
Since fate is thus, what remedy can I find?