Soul without beloved's beauty has no desire for world

Whoever doesn't have this truly doesn't have that

With no one saw sign from that heart-stealer

Either I have no news or they have no sign

Each dewdrop in this path is hundred fiery seas

Alas that this riddle has no explanation

Can't let go of comfort's destination

O cameleer pull back for this path has no end

Bent-stature harp calls you to pleasure

Listen for elders' advice has no harm for you

O heart learn rendi's way from moral police

Is drunk and about him no one has this suspicion

States of Qarun's treasure that time gave to wind

Read in heart's ear so it doesn't keep gold hidden

Even if rival is candle hide secrets from it

For that beheaded mischief has no tongue-tie

No one in world has a servant like Hafez

For no one in world has a king like you