O you whose worth is the blood price of a Chinese musk deer, the dust of your path
The sun, a shade-giver, is on the side of your hat
The narcissus coquettishly strides beyond measure
O me, sacrificed to the ways of your black eyes
Drink my blood, for no king with such beauty
Would have his heart write your sin
You are the cause of the world’s peace and sleep
Therefore, the eye and the heart have taken refuge in you
Every night I deal with every star
From the longing for the radiance of your face like the moon
Companions have all separated from one another
We remain, and the threshold of your fortunate shelter
Hafiz, don’t be greedy for favor, for in the end
Fire will set your sorrow’s haystack ablaze with your sigh