When God drew the form of your heart-opening eyebrow

Bound my fate to your coquettish ways

Made me and the garden's cypress sit in the path's dust

When time fastened the narcissus reed to your robe

Untied a hundred knots from our affair and the rosebud's heart

When the rose's breeze bound its heart in pursuit of your desire

The turning of heaven made me content with your bonds

But what use when it bound the thread's end to your consent

Don't cast knots like musk on my poor heart

For it made a covenant with your knot-loosening tresses

You yourself were another union, O breeze of union

See the error that the hopeful heart bound to your faithfulness

From your tyranny's hand I said I would leave the city

Laughingly said that Hafez, go - for it has bound your feet