My heart and faith departed, and the beloved rose in reproach

Said 'Don't sit with me, for peace departs with you'

Who has heard of anyone sitting peacefully in this feast

Who did not rise with regret at the end of the gathering

If the candle boasted of that smiling lip

Before your lovers it rose nights in penalty

In the meadow the spring breeze from beside rose and cypress

Rose in support of that cheek and stature

You passed by intoxicated and from the recluses of heaven

The tumult of resurrection rose to behold you

Before your gait, from shame did not lift its foot

The proud cypress that rose in grace from stature

Hafez, cast off this patched cloak, perhaps you'll save your life

For fire rose from the cloak of hypocrisy and miracle-working