When you hear the words of the heart's people, don't say it's wrong

You're no connoisseur of words, my dear - the error is here

My head won't bow to this world or the next

Blessed be God, what tumults are in our head

Within my wounded heart, I know not who it is

For I am silent while it's in cries and tumult

My heart has gone beyond the veil - where are you, O musician

Play on! For from this melody our work turns to song

I never paid attention to worldly affairs

Your face in my sight has adorned it so beautifully

I haven't slept from a dream my heart nurtures

I have a hundred nights' hangover - where is the tavern

Now that the monastery is stained with my heart's blood

If you wash me with wine, you're in the right

That's why they hold me dear in the Magian temple

For the fire that never dies is always in our heart

What tune was that musician playing behind the curtain

That life has passed and still my mind is full of desire

The call of your love was given within last night

The space of Hafez's breast is still full of its echo