In beauty and nature and loyalty no one reaches our beloved

For you denial doesn't reach our work in this speech

Although beauty-sellers have come to display

No one reaches our beloved in beauty and grace

By right of old companionship that no confidant of secrets

Reaches our single-minded right-fulfilling friend

Thousand patterns rise from creation's pen and one

Doesn't reach heart-pleasing pattern of our beloved

Thousand coins they bring to existence's market

One doesn't reach coin of our standard-bearer

Alas life's caravan that they went so

That their dust doesn't reach air of our land

O heart don't suffer from envious ones' pain and be confident

That bad doesn't reach our hopeful mind

Live so that if you become path's dust to anyone

Heart's dust doesn't reach from our pathway

Hafez burned and I fear that explanation of his story

Doesn't reach ear of our successful king