In my prayer, the curve of your eyebrow came to mind

A state arose that made the prayer niche cry out

Do not expect patience, heart, or sense from me now

For the endurance you saw has all been wasted

The wine became pure, and the birds of the meadow became intoxicated

The season of love arrived, and the foundation was laid

I hear the scent of recovery from the state of the world

Joy brought the flower, and the breeze of dawn arrived happily

O bride of art, do not complain of fortune

Adorn the bridal chamber of beauty, for the groom has arrived

The enchanting ones of the meadow adorned themselves with ornaments

Our beloved, who came with divine beauty

The trees that have attachments are under burden

O happy cypress, who came free from the burden of sorrow

O minstrel, sing a sweet ghazal from Hafez's words

So that I may say that the memory of my joyous time came to me