What need has my garden for cypress and pine

Our home-grown boxwood, than whom is it less

O graceful youth, what creed have you taken

That our blood is more lawful to you than mother's milk

When you see grief's image from afar, ask for wine

We've made the diagnosis and the cure is prescribed

Why should we turn away from the Magian elder's threshold

Fortune is in that house and opening in that door

Love's grief is but one story, and this wonder

From every tongue I hear it, it's unrepeated

Yesterday promised union and had wine in mind

Today what will they say and what's again in their mind

Shiraz and Rukni water and this pleasant breeze

Don't fault it for it's the beauty mark of seven realms

There's difference from Khizr's water which darkness is its place

To our water whose source is Allah-o-Akbar

We don't compromise the honor of poverty and contentment

Tell the king that sustenance is predestined

Hafez, what a rare sugar branch is your pen

Whose fruit is more delightful than honey and sugar