The garden of highest paradise is the dervishes' retreat

The source of magnificence is service to dervishes

The treasure of solitude that has wondrous talismans

Its opening is in the merciful gaze of dervishes

The palace of paradise where Rizwan went as doorkeeper

Is a view from the pleasure garden of dervishes

That which turns to gold from the radiance of that black heart

Is an elixir that is in the company of dervishes

That before whom the sun lays down its crown of pride

Is a majesty that is in the grandeur of dervishes

A fortune that has no fear of decline's harm

Listen without pretense - it's the fortune of dervishes

Kings are the qibla of world's needs but

Its cause is servitude to the presence of dervishes

The face of purpose that kings seek through prayer

Its manifestation is the mirror of dervishes' countenance

From end to end is the army of tyranny but

From eternity to eternity is the opportunity of dervishes

O wealthy one, don't sell so much pride for you

Head and gold are in the protection of dervishes' aspiration

Qarun's treasure that still sinks from wrath

You must have read that it's from the zeal of dervishes

Hafez, if you want the eternal water of life

Its source is the dust at the threshold of dervishes' retreat

I am the slave of the age's Asaf's gaze who

Has the form of lordship and the nature of dervishes