From weeping my eye's pupil sits in blood

See how in seeking you people's state is

In memory of your ruby lips and wine-colored intoxicated eyes

From grief's cup the ruby wine I drink is blood

From the east of the street, the sun of your countenance

If it rises, my fortune is blessed

The tale of sweet lips is Farhad's words

The curl of Layli's tress is Majnun's station

Seek my heart for your stature is like the heart-seeking cypress

Speak for your speech is gentle and measured

From afar bring comfort to the soul with wine, O cupbearer

For my mind's pain is from the tyranny of revolving heaven

From that moment when the dear river left my sight

The hem of my skirt is like the Oxus river

How can my sorrowful inner self become happy

By choice when it's beyond choice

From selflessness Hafez seeks the beloved

Like a pauper who claims Qarun's treasure