Of that heart-caressing friend there's gratitude with complaint

If you're love's subtlety-knower listen to this tale

Without reward and obligation was every service I did

O Lord may no one have a master without grace

To thirsty-lipped rends no one gives water

It seems the saint-knowers have left this realm

In their lasso-like tress O heart don't twist for there

You'll see heads cut without crime and offense

Your eye with glance drank our blood and you approve

Beloved it's not right to support the bloodshedder

In this black night I lost the path of purpose

Come out from a corner O star of guidance

From every direction I went only increased my terror

Beware of this desert and this endless path

O sun of the beautiful ones my inside boils

Place me for an hour in grace's shadow

This path's end how can one imagine

Which has hundred thousand stages more in beginning

Though you took my honor I won't turn from your door

Cruelty from beloved better than care from pretender

Your love will come to help if like Hafez

You recite Quran by heart in fourteen traditions