It's been a time that passion for idols is my religion

Grief for this affair is my sad heart's joy

To see your face needs a soul-seeing eye

And where is this the station of my world-seeing eye

Be my friend for heaven's beauty and time's ornament

Is from your moon-face and my Pleiades-like tears

Since your love taught me how to speak

People's tongue-prayer is my praise and admiration

O God, grant me the fortune of poverty

For this grace is the cause of my glory and dignity

O preacher who knows the sheriff, don't sell this grandeur

For it's the dwelling place of the sultan of my poor heart

O Lord, this Ka'ba of purpose is whose viewing place

That its path's thorns are my rose and wild rose

Hafez, don't tell anymore tales of Parviz's glory

For their lip is the wine-sipper of my sweet Khosrow