The one who gave your face color of rose and wild rose

Can give patience and peace to poor me

And the one who taught your tress the way of tyranny

Their generosity can also give justice to sad me

I cut hope from Farhad that same day

When he gave mad heart's rein to Shirin's lip

If gold treasure isn't contentment's corner remains

The one who gave that to kings gave this to beggars

World is a fine bride in form's way but

Whoever joined it gave their life as dowry

After this my hand and cypress's hem and stream's edge

Especially now that morning breeze gave news of spring

In time's grief's hand Hafez's heart became blood

From separation of your face O master Qavam al-Din justice