You saw that the beloved had only thoughts of tyranny and oppression

Broke the promise and had no care for our grief

O Lord don't take them to task though my dove-like heart

They cast down and killed and had no respect for sanctuary's prey

Cruelty came to me from my fortune otherwise the beloved

God forbid that they had no way of grace and path of generosity

With all this whoever didn't suffer humiliation from them

Wherever they went, no one held them in respect

Cupbearer bring wine and tell the moral police

Don't deny us for Jamshid's cup wasn't like this

Every wayfarer who didn't find the path to their threshold's sanctuary

Poor one crossed the valley but had no way into the sanctuary

Hafez, you take the ball of eloquence for the pretender

Had no skill at all and also had no awareness