May your beauty be the sun of every glance

May your beautiful face become more beautiful from beauty

For your royal-winged tress's homa

May world kings' hearts be under wing

One who isn't bound to your tress

May be tangled and upside down like your tress

A heart that isn't in love with your face

May always be drowned in liver's blood

Idol when your glance shoots arrows

May my wounded heart be shield before it

When your sweet ruby lip gives kiss

May my soul's taste be full of sugar from it

From you I have fresh love every moment

May you have different beauty every hour

With soul Hafez is yearning for your face

May you have regard for yearning ones' state