At dawn the meadow bird said to the newly risen rose

Be less coy for in this garden many like you have bloomed

The rose smiled saying 'We won't be hurt by truth but

No lover has spoken harsh words to the beloved'

If you desire from that jeweled cup ruby wine

Oh many pearls you must pierce with your eyelash tip

Forever love's scent won't reach their nose

Whoever didn't go to the tavern door's dust with their face

In Iram's rose garden last night from air's grace

The hyacinth's tress was disheveled by dawn breeze

I said 'O Jamshid's throne where is your world-viewing cup'

It said 'Alas that wakeful fortune has fallen asleep'

Love's speech is not that which comes to the tongue

Cupbearer give wine and cut short this discourse

Hafez's tears cast reason and patience to the sea

What can he do love's grief's burning couldn't be hidden