The love of dark-eyed ones will not leave my head

This is the decree of heaven, and it will not change

The rival caused troubles and left no room for reconciliation

Unless the sigh of the early risers reaches the heavens

From the beginning, I was destined for nothing but mischief

Whatever portion was assigned there will not increase

O God, the censor, forgive us for the cry of the tambourine and the flute

For the instrument of religion will not be lawless from this tale

My only opportunity is to secretly practice love for him

What can I say about his embrace and kisses, as they will not happen

The ruby wine, a safe place, and the kind cupbearer

O heart, when will your task be done if not now?

Do not erase the image of sorrow from the tablet of Hafez's heart

For it is the wound of the beloved's sword, and the color of blood will not fade