There's no one who isn't fallen for that doubled tress

In whose path is there not a trap of affliction

When your eye steals hearts from recluses

Being with you is no sin from our side

Your face must be the mirror of divine grace

Truly it is so and in this there's no hypocrisy

The narcissus seeks the style of your eye, what an eye

Poor thing has no news of pride and no modesty in its eye

For God's sake don't adorn your tress for we

Have no night without a hundred quarrels with the morning breeze

Come back for without your face O heart-illuminating candle

In the companions' gathering there's no trace of light and purity

Care for strangers is the effect of beautiful remembrance

O beloved, is this rule not in your city

Yesterday was passing and I said O idol fulfill your promise

They said you're mistaken master in this age there's no fidelity

If the Magian elder became my guide what difference

In no head is there a secret that's not from God

What can a lover do if they don't bear the burden of blame

No brave one has a shield against fate's arrow

In the ascetic's monastery and in the Sufi's retreat

There's no prayer niche but the corner of your eyebrow

O harp immersed in Hafez's heart's blood

Is your thought not from zeal for Quran and God