Last night our spiritual elder came from the mosque to the tavern

O friends of the Path, what shall be our course after this

How can we disciples turn our face to the prayer direction when

Our spiritual guide turns his face to the wine-seller's house

In the ruins of the spiritual path, we shall dwell together

For thus was ordained our fate in pre-eternity

If reason knew how pleasant it is for the heart to be bound in those tresses

The wise would go mad seeking our chains

Your beautiful face revealed to us a verse of grace

Since then, our interpretation contains nothing but grace and beauty

With your stone heart, will it ever affect you one night

Our fiery sighs and the burning of our pre-dawn breast

The arrow of our sigh passes through the heavens, Hafez, be silent

Have mercy on your own soul, beware of our arrow