We have not come to this door seeking honor and prestige
We have come here for refuge from misfortune.
We are travelers on the path of love, and from the border of non-existence
We have come all this way to the realm of existence.
We have seen the green of your handwriting and from the garden of paradise
We have come seeking this plant of love.
With such a treasure whose keeper is a faithful spirit
We have come begging to the door of the king.
Where is the anchor of your patience, O ship of success?
For in this ocean of grace, we have come drowning in sin.
Our reputation is fading, O cloud of forgiveness, rain
For in the ledger of deeds, we have a black record.
Hafez, cast off this woolen robe, for we
Have come following the caravan with a fire of sighs.