Peace be upon you, O nights that have passed
And a twofold and threefold response
Upon the valley of Iraq and those upon it
And the house with lofty walls above the sands
I am the supplicant of the world's strangers
And I pray constantly and sequentially
Wherever destiny takes someone
May God protect them with eternal grace
Do not begrudge, O heart, that in the chains of her locks
All the world is in turmoil
From your line, a hundred other beauties have emerged
May your life be a hundred years of glory
You must be there, or else it is easy
To lose worldly wealth and position
Praise be to that powerful Artist
Who draws a crescent-shaped line around the moon
May you find comfort at all times
And may your remembrance be a companion in every state
The longing of my heart until the Day of Judgment
May it never be empty of your longing and desire
Where can I find union like yours,
O king? I am a notorious rogue, carefree
God knows what Hafez's intention is
And the knowledge of God is sufficient for my question