Unless you sit by a stream in desire
Otherwise, every tumult you see is from your own imagination

By the God who chose you as His servant
May no one be chosen over this long-time servant

If I carry the trust safely, there is no problem
Heartlessness would be easy if there were no impiety

Etiquette and modesty have made you a king among the moon-faced
Praise be to you, for you are worthy of a hundred times more

It’s strange, O flower, that you sit with a thorn
Apparently, you see it as expedient for the time

What can I do but be patient with my rival’s tyranny?
Lovers have no choice but poverty

A morning breeze arose in your direction from the rose garden
You are more beautiful than a rose and fresher than a jasmine

Don’t look at the broken glass from left to right
If you sit for a moment on this scene

Listen to a sincere word from this devoted servant
O you whose goal is to see the truth of the great ones

A beauty like you, pure-hearted and pure-natured
It is better not to sit with bad people

The flood of these flowing tears has taken away حافظ’s patience
Either reach the roof or I will see your eye

With such delicacy and wildness, O candle of a flower
You are worthy of the servitude of the exalted Jalal al-Din