O Lord, this heart-illuminating candle from whose house is it

Our soul burned, ask whose beloved is it

Now it's the destroyer of my heart and faith's house

In whose embrace does it sleep and whose housemate is it

The wine of their ruby lip which may not be far from my lip

Whose spirit's wine and whose cup's pledge-giver is it

The fortune of companionship with that happiness-radiating candle

Ask for God's sake to which moth is it

Everyone gives it an enchantment and it's not known

To whose tale is their delicate heart inclined

O Lord, that king-like moon-faced Venus-browed one

Whose unique pearl and singular gem is it

I said 'Ah, from Hafez's mad heart without you'

Smiling under their breath they said 'whose madman is it'