A nightingale had a lovely colored rose petal in its beak

And in that petal and melody had sweet plaintive cries

I said to it 'In the moment of union what's this cry and lament'

It said 'The beloved's manifestation kept us in this work'

If the beloved didn't sit with us there's no place for objection

Was a successful king, had shame of beggary

Our need and coquetry don't take effect with the friend's beauty

Happy is one who had fortune's favor from the graceful ones

Rise that we may scatter our soul on that painter's pen

Who had all these wondrous patterns in the compass's turn

If you're a disciple of love's path don't think of ill repute

Sheikh San'an had his cloak pawned at the vintner's house

Pleasant was the time of that sweet wandering dervish who in the stages of journey

Had angels' rosary praise in the infidels' girdle

Hafez's eye beneath the roof of that houri-natured one's palace

Had the style of gardens beneath which rivers flow