My heart is full of pain, alas, where is a remedy?
My soul, from solitude, has come to my life,

O God, give me a companion
What peace can the eye have from the swiftly moving celestial sphere?

O cupbearer, give me a cup so that I may rest for a moment

I told the wise one of this state, he laughed and said:
A difficult life, a wondrous deed, a world in turmoil

I burned in the well of patience for the sake of that rosebud candle
The Shah of Turans is oblivious to our state, where is Rustam?

On the path of love, safety and comfort are calamities
May the wind blow upon that heart that seeks a remedy for your pain

There is no way for those accustomed to comfort and ease in the alley of the dervish
One must be a world-burning traveler, not a carefree fool

A human does not come to this earthly world by chance
Another world must be created and a new human formed

Arise so that we may give our heart to that Turk from
Samarkand From whose breeze comes the scent of the Mulyan stream

What does Hafez's weeping matter compared to the pride of love?
In this ocean, seven seas appear as a drop of dew