Who will convey this prayer to the Sultan's attendants

That in gratitude for kingship, do not drive away the beggar from your sight

From the demon-natured rival, I seek refuge in my God

Perhaps that shooting star might give aid, for God's sake

If your black eyelashes signal towards our blood

Think of its deception and make no mistake, O beloved

You burn the heart of a world when you illuminate your cheek

What benefit do you gain from this, that you show no kindness

All night I hope that the morning breeze

Will caress the familiar one with messages from friends

What resurrection is this, beloved, that you have shown to lovers

Heart and soul be sacrificed to your face, show us your cheek

By God, give a sip to early-rising Hafez

For morning prayers may have an effect on you