It's long that the beloved hasn't sent a message

Didn't write a greeting and didn't send a word

I sent hundred letters and that king of riders

Didn't make a messenger run and didn't send a greeting

Toward me wild-natured with fled reason

Didn't send a gazelle-like partridge-walking one

Knew that my heart's bird would fly from hand

And from that chain-like line didn't send a trap

Alas that sugar-lipped intoxicated cupbearer

Knew I was hungover and didn't send a cup

However much I boasted of miracles and stations

Didn't send me news from any station

Hafez be courteous for there won't be questioning

If the king didn't send a message to a servant