With your dark eyelashes, you’ve made thousands of holes in my faith
Come, so that I may pluck thousands of pains from your ailing eye.

O companion of my heart, whose friends have forgotten you
May I never have a day when I sit without remembering you.

The world is old and without foundation, a cry against this Farhad-killer
Whose magic and deceit have made me weary of my sweet life.

From the heat of the fire of separation, I have become drenched in sweat like a flower
Bring me, O night-bringing wind, a breeze from that sweat-wringer.

The transient and eternal worlds are sacrificed for the beloved and the cupbearer
For I see the kingship of the world as a servant to love.

If my beloved chooses another in my place, he is the ruler
May it be forbidden to me if I choose my life over my beloved.

The nightingale has announced the morning, where are you, O cupbearer? Arise
For there is an uproar in the head of my last night’s dream.

Even on the night of my death, I will leave my bed for the palace of houris
If you are the candle by my bedside at the time of my death.

The tale of longing that has been recorded in this letter
Is certainly without error, for Hafez has dictated it to me.