One whose hyacinth has musk-twist

Again has coquetry and reproach with heart-lost ones

You pass over your slain one like wind

What can be done it's life and has haste

Their sun-showing moon from behind tress's veil

Is a sun that has cloud before

My eye made tears' flood flow to every corner

So your straight cypress has fresher water

Your mischievous glance spills my blood by mistake

May it have opportunity for it has nice righteous thought

If life's water is this that friend's lip has

It's clear that Khizr has share of mirage

Your intoxicated eye has from my heart intention for liver

Is drunk Turk perhaps has desire for kebab

My sick soul has no face for question from you

O happy that wounded one who has answer from friend

When will make toward wounded Hafez's heart a glance

Their intoxicated eye that has a ruin in every corner