Your tress bound a thousand hearts with one hair

Blocked the path of a thousand problem-solvers from four directions

So that lovers might give their lives for its breeze's scent

Opened a musk-pod and closed the door of desire

I became mad because my beloved like the new moon

Showed eyebrow, displayed beauty, and hid face

The Saki poured wine of many colors in the cup

See these patterns, how beautifully sealed in the gourd

Lord, what glance did the wine flask cast that the vat's blood

With its gurgling cries stuck in the throat

What melody did the musician compose that in the veil of listening

Closed the door of clamor on the ecstatic ones

Hafez, whoever did not practice love and sought union

Donned the pilgrim garb for the heart's Kaaba without ablution