O breeze of morning fortune, go to the place you know
Pass by the lane of so-and-so, at the time you know
You are the messenger of the secret heart, and with your eye on the way
Drive the people, not by command, but as you know
Tell my dear life, for God’s sake, it has left me
From its life-giving ruby, give some to the one you know
I have written these words so that others do not know
And you, out of your kindness, read them as you know
The thought of your sword with us is a tale of thirst and water
You have captured your own prisoner, kill me as you know
How can I tie hope around your golden waist?
It is a moment, my dear, in that time you know
It’s all the same, Turkish or Persian, in this transaction, Hafez
Speak the tale of love, in the language you know