What grace it was that suddenly your pen's drop

Presented our service's rights to your generosity

With pen's tip you've written my greeting

May time's workshop not be without your writing

I won't say you remembered heartless me by mistake

For in wisdom's account there's no error in your pen

Don't make me humble in thanks for this blessing

That eternal fortune held you dear and respected

Come for with your tress's head I will make agreement

That if my head goes I won't lift from your foot

Of our state your heart becomes aware perhaps when

Tulips sprout from the dust of your grief's slain

Our thirsty soul with a sip comprehend

When they give Khidr's pure water from your Jamshid's cup

May your time always be pleasant O Jesus of morning breeze

For heart-wounded Hafez's soul came alive by your breath