With this beautiful line that you draw on the rose of your cheek
You draw a line on the page of the rose garden
The tear of the secluded one in my hidden chamber
You draw from behind seven curtains to the market
You draw the lazy face like the morning breeze to the scent of your locks
Every moment in the chains of a necklace
Every moment in remembrance of those wine-colored lips and drunken eyes
You draw me from my solitude to the house of intoxication
You said your head will be tied to our saddle
It is easy if you bear the burden of this load
What strategy can I make with your eyes and eyebrows?
Alas, for this bow that you draw on me who am ill
Come back, that the evil eye may be averted from your dress
O fresh rose, that you pull your skirt away from this thorn
Hafez, what more do you seek from the pleasures of the world?
You drink wine and pull at the lock of your beloved