If in your religion lover's blood is permitted

Our good is all that which is your good

The blackness of your black tress is the maker of darknesses

The whiteness of your moon-like face is the splitter of dawns

From your lasso-like tress's curl no one found escape

From that bow-like eyebrow and arrow eye success

From my eye has become a spring flowing on the side

That in its midst the sailor doesn't swim

Your life-water-like lip is soul's sustenance

Our earthly existence from it has mention of departure

Your ruby lip gave a kiss with hundred lamentations

My heart took desire from it with hundred thousand pleadings

Prayer for your soul is the litany of yearning ones' tongue

Always until evening and morning are connected

Goodness and repentance and piety don't seek from us Hafez

From rend and lover and madman no one found goodness