A flower without the beloved's face is not pleasant

Without wine, spring is not delightful

The side of the meadow and the circling of the garden

Without the tulip's cheek, it is not pleasant

The dance of the cypress and the state of the flower

Without the sound of a thousand, it is not pleasant

With the sweet-lipped, flower-bodied beloved

Without kisses and embraces, it is not pleasant

Every image that the hand of intellect creates

Except the image of the beloved, is not pleasant

The soul is a humble coin, Hafez

For the sake of offering, it is not pleasant