With flowing robes, she would wander in the wine-drinking party
A hundred moons, out of envy, would tear their pockets

From the heat of the wine's fire, a dewdrop would form on her cheek
Like drops of dew on a rose petal

Eloquent words, a sweet voice, a tall and nimble figure
A delicate, beautiful face, and lovely, captivating eyes

Her life-giving ruby was born from the water of grace
Her graceful cypress was nurtured in luxury

See that captivating ruby, and that heart-stirring smile
And see that delightful gait, and that gentle step

That black-eyed gazelle has escaped from our trap
Friends, what can I do with this wounded heart?

Beware, as much as you can, of hurting the discerning
The world has no loyalty, O light of both eyes

How long shall I endure your reproach from your lovely eyes?
Some day, flirt with me, O chosen companion

If your noble heart is offended by Hafez
Return, for we have repented of what we have said and heard

I will give endless thanks in servitude to the Master
If I can attain that ripe fruit