The homa bird of fortune's height falls in our trap

If you happen to pass by our station

Like bubble I'll throw off cap from joy

If from your face a reflection falls in our cup

Night when desire's moon rises from horizon

May be that light's ray falls on our roof

To your court since wind has no admission

When will chance for our greeting occur

When soul was sacrificed for their lip I imagined

That a drop of their pure water falls to our desire

Thought of your tress said don't make soul means

For from this hunt plenty falls in our trap

Don't go from this door in hopelessness cast a fortune

May be fortune's lot falls to our name

From dust of your street whenever Hafez speaks

Soul's garden's breeze falls in our nose