May your beauty always be increasing

May your face be tulip-colored all year

In our head the thought of your love

Every day that comes may it increase

Every cypress that enters the meadow

May it be bowed in service to your stature

An eye that isn't your enchantment

May it be drowned in blood like tear's pearl

Your eye for heart-stealing

May it be skilled in making magic

Wherever there's a heart in your grief

May it be without patience rest and peace

The stature of all world's beloveds

May be like 'nun' before your 'alef' stature

Every heart that's empty of your love

May it be outside your union's circle

Your ruby lip which is Hafez's soul

May it be far from base people's lips