My lord you walk so gracefully that I die for your head and foot

Walk gracefully for I die before your graceful stature

You had said when will you die before me what's the hurry

You make a good demand before demand I die for you

I'm lover and drunk and separated where's the cupbearer idol

Tell them to walk gracefully for I die before the cypress-tall

The one for whom I've been sick with love for a lifetime

Tell them to look for I die before dark eyes

You've said my ruby lip gives both pain and cure

Sometimes before pain and sometimes before cure I die for you

You walk so gracefully evil eye be far from your face

I have in head the thought that I die at your feet

Though Hafez's place is not in your union's solitude

O you whose every place is pleasant before everywhere I die for you