We had hoped for help from our friends
But it was our own mistake in thinking so.

Until when will the tree of friendship bear fruit?
Now we have gone and sown a seed.

Dialogue isn't the way of the dervish
Otherwise, we would have had many adventures with you.

The style of your eye had the deceit of war
We made a mistake and thought it was peace.

Your rose of beauty did not itself become delightful
We forced our breath upon it.

Many points were made, but no one complained
We did not neglect the matter of respect.

You yourself gave your heart to us, Hafez
We did not demand it from anyone.

ما زِ یاران چَشمِ یاری داشتیم

خود غلط بود آنچه ما پنداشتیم

تا درختِ دوستی بَر کِی دهد

حالیا رفتیم و تخمی کاشتیم

گفت‌و‌گو آیینِ درویشی نبود

ور نه با تو ماجراها داشتیم

شیوهٔ چَشمت فریبِ جنگ داشت

ما غلط کردیم و صلح انگاشتیم

گُلبُنِ حُسنَت نه خود شد دلفُروز

ما دَمِ همت بر او بگماشتیم

نکته‌ها رفت و شکایت کس نکرد

جانبِ حُرمَت فرو نگذاشتیم

گفت خود دادی به ما دل حافظا

ما مُحَصِّل بر کسی نَگماشتیم