O you who show no mercy in our killing
You burn both profit and capital and have no compassion
The sick of affliction have the poison of hemlock
Beware lest the intention of these people be wrong
Who can bear our pain with a glance?
It is not fair play that you do not heal us
Our eyes are like a sea with hope for you, why
Don’t you pass by the seashore for a stroll?
Whatever evil they say about your generosity
Is the word of the prejudiced, don’t believe them
If our beloved appears to you, O ascetic
Ask God for nothing but wine and a lover
Hafez, prostrate yourself to an eyebrow like a prayer niche
And offer no other prayer sincerely