The sleep of your bewitching narcissus eye is no small thing

The curl of your disheveled tress is no small thing

From your lip it was flowing milk that I was saying

This sugar around your salt-cellar is no small thing

May your life be long for I know with certainty

In the bow of your eyelashes' arrow is no small thing

You're afflicted with grief of hardship and sorrow of separation

O heart, this lamentation and cry of yours is no small thing

Last night the wind passed from their street to the rose garden

O rose, this tear in your collar is no small thing

Though love's pain keeps the heart hidden from people

Hafez, this weeping eye of yours is no small thing