I have hope for kindness from the friend's presence

I committed a crime and my hope is in their pardon

I know they will overlook my crime for they

Though fairy-faced, have an angel's nature

We wept so much that whoever passed by

Seeing our flowing tears said 'What stream is this?'

That mouth is nothing and I see no trace of it

That waist is hair and I know not what hair it is

I marvel at their imaginary form that how it didn't leave

From my eye which moment by moment is washing and cleansing

Without discussion your tress keeps killing the heart

With your heart-pulling tress who has face for discussion

It's a lifetime since I've caught a scent from your tress

From that scent in my heart's nose still is fragrance

Hafez, bad is your disturbed state but

For the scent of the beloved's tress your disturbance is good