Moon doesn't have brightness of your countenance

Before you rose has no plant's freshness

Corner of your eyebrow is my soul's dwelling

King doesn't have corner pleasanter than this

What can my heart's smoke do with your face

You know mirror doesn't have endurance for sigh

See narcissus's boldness that bloomed before you

Shameless eye doesn't keep manners

I saw and that heart-stealing black eye you have

Doesn't keep regard for any acquaintance

Give me heavy cup O tavern's disciple

Joy of sheikh who doesn't have monastery

Drink blood and sit silent for that delicate heart

Doesn't have endurance for justice-seeker's cry

Tell go and wash sleeve with liver's blood

Whoever doesn't have way in this threshold

Not only I bear tyranny of your tress

Who is there who doesn't have brand of that black

If Hafez prostrated to you don't find fault

Love's infidel O idol doesn't have sin