The pupil of our eye looks at nothing but your face

Our bewildered heart remembers none but you

My tear puts on pilgrim garb to circle your sanctuary

Though from wounded heart's blood it's not pure for a moment

May trap and cage be bound like the wild bird

If the Sidra tree's bird isn't flying in your pursuit

If the bankrupt lover scattered their heart's counterfeit

Don't fault them for they can't manage ready cash

Finally hand will reach that tall cypress

Whoever in seeking you their aspiration isn't lacking

Of Jesus's soul-giving I'll never speak

Because in soul-increasing none is skilled like your lip

I who in the fire of passion for you won't sigh

How can one say I'm not patient with my heart's brand

The first day I saw your tress's tip I said

That this chain's disturbance has no end

The desire for union with you isn't only Hafez's heart's

Who is there who hasn't the thought of union with you