She said, "You’ve gone out to see the new moon
Go, shame on you from the moon of my eyebrows"
For ages your heart has been a prisoner of our locks
Don't be negligent in guarding the side of your friends
Don't sell the perfume of wisdom for the Indian locks of our beloved
Where a thousand musk-filled flasks are sold for a half-jo
The seed of loyalty and love in this old, withered field
Will become apparent when it is time to harvest
O cupbearer, bring wine so I can tell you a secret
From the ancient constellations, the old moon, and the new
The shape of the crescent moon each month shows a sign
Of Siyavush's crown and the Turk removing his hat
Hafiz, the old magician’s abode is the place of loyalty
Read the lesson of the discourse of love from him and listen to him