Beloved isn't one who has hair and waist

Be slave to countenance of one who has that quality

Though houri and fairy's way is delicate but

Beauty is that and delicacy that certain one has

Understand my eye's spring O laughing rose

For in hope of you has pleasant flowing water

Who can win beauty's ball from you for sun there

Isn't rider who has rein in hand

My word became heart-hitting since you accepted it

Yes yes love's word has a mark

Curve of your eyebrow in archery's craft

Has won from hand of whoever has bow

In love's path no one became certainly secret's confidant

Everyone according to thought has a guess

Don't boast of miracles with tavern-sitters

Each word has time and each point has place

Clever bird doesn't make nest in its meadow

Every spring that has autumn following

Pretender don't sell riddle and point to Hafez

Our pen too has tongue and expression