Our heart in absence of your face has freedom from garden

For like cypress is bound and like tulip has brand

Our head won't bow to anyone's eyebrow bow

For inside recluses has freedom from world

I'm twisted from violet that speaks of their tress

See this worthless black what it has in mind

Walk to garden and see on rose's throne that tulip

Resembles king's companion who has cup in hand

Dark night and desert where can one reach

Unless your face's candle has lamp on my path

I and morning candle deserve if we cry together

For we burned and from us our idol has freedom

I deserve like winter cloud to cry on this meadow

See nightingale's joy-nest crow has

Has head for love's lesson Hafez's pain-filled heart

For has neither mind for watching nor desire for garden