When you come to the bedside of this weary one, recite a Fatiha
Open your lips, for the ruby of your lips gives life to the dead.
The one who comes to inquire and recites a Fatiha and then leaves
Say, "A breath that I send after his soul."
O healer of the weary, look at the state of my tongue
For this smoke and vapor in my chest is the burden of my heart on my tongue.
Although the fever of my bones has made me hot with love and passed
The fire of love does not leave my bones like a fever.
The state of my heart is on fire from your mole
My eyes are tired and weak from those two eyes of yours.
Cool my fever with the water of your two eyes and see
My pulse, which gives no sign of life.
The one who has constantly given me the bottle of life's elixir
Why does he take my bottle to the physician every time?
Hafez gave me a drink of the water of life from your poetry
Abandon the physician, come and recite the prescription for my drink.