O morning breeze, where is the beloved's resting place

Where is the dwelling of that lover-slaying cunning moon

Dark is the night and the path to the Valley of Safety ahead

Where is the fire of Sinai, where is the promise of meeting

Everyone who came to this world bears the mark of ruin

In the tavern ruins, tell me where is the sober one

One who understands the signs is worthy of good tidings

There are many subtle points, where is the keeper of secrets

Each strand of my hair has a thousand dealings with you

Where are we and where is the idle blame-caster

Ask again from those curl upon curl tresses

Where is this grief-stricken, wandering, captive heart

Reason has gone mad, where is that musk-scented chain

The heart has withdrawn from us, where is the beloved's eyebrow

Saki and musician and wine all are ready but

Joy without the beloved is not possible, where is the beloved

Hafez, don't be distressed by autumn's wind in life's meadow

Think reasonably, where is a rose without thorns