O Lord make a cause that my beloved safely

Returns and frees me from blame's bond

Bring the dust of that traveled beloved's path

That I make my world-seeing eye its dwelling place

Alas that from six directions they blocked my way

That mole and line and tress and face and cheek and stature

Today that I'm in your hand show some mercy

Tomorrow when I'm dust what use are tears of regret

O you who speak of love in exposition and expression

We have no words with you farewell and good health

Dervish don't lament from friends' sword

For this group takes compensation from the slain

Set fire to the patched cloak for cupbearer's curved brow

Breaks the corner of your prayer niche's leadership

God forbid that I complain of your tyranny and cruelty

The oppression of the graceful ones is all grace and generosity

Hafez won't cut short the discussion of your tress

This chain continues until resurrection day