O holy beloved, who can draw the string of your veil

And O heavenly bird, who can give you grain and water

Sleep has left my eyes in this heart-burning thought

Whose embrace has become your resting place and sleep

You don't ask after the dervish, and I fear there isn't

Any thought of forgiveness or care for virtue in you

That intoxicated eye has struck the path to lovers' hearts

It's clear from this manner that your wine is intoxicated

The arrow you shot at my heart from your glance went astray

Let's see what your right judgment will think next

Every lament and cry I made, you did not hear

It's clear, beloved, that your threshold is high

The water source is far from this desert, beware

Lest the desert demon deceive you with its mirage

See how you'll fare on the path of old age, O heart

Indeed, your days of youth were spent in error

O heart-illuminating palace that is the dwelling of intimacy

O Lord, may the calamities of time not ruin you

Hafez is not a slave who would flee from his master

Make peace and return, for I am ruined by your reproach