The candle became a moth for the light of your face
I have no concern for myself with your condition
Wisdom, which forbade the madness of love
Became insane from the scent of your hyacinth locks
If my life is lost for the scent of your locks, what of it?
A thousand lives are worthy of sacrifice for your beloved life
Out of jealousy, I fell from my feet last night
When I saw my beloved in the hands of a stranger
What plots we devised and gained nothing
Our enchantment has become a fable to her
Instead of sandalwood on the fire of your beautiful face
What else did I see but your black mole as a grain
The candle gave the news of life to the breeze in a breath
When the moth reached the candle of your face
I have a vow on the rim of my beloved's lips
That I will speak of nothing but the tale of the wine cup
Don't speak of the school or the monastery, for again
Hafez's mind has fallen for the tavern