At dawn, the vigilant fortune came to my bedside

Said, arise, for that sweet Khosrow has come

Drink a cup and stroll happily to watch

To see what manner your beloved has come in

Give good tidings, O one who opens the musk pouch in solitude

For from the plains of Khotan, the musky gazelle has come

Tears brought water back to the faces of the burned

The cry came as a savior for the poor lover

The bird of the heart is again fond of a bow-shaped eyebrow

O dove, beware, for the hawk has come

Cupbearer, give wine and do not worry about foe and friend

For to our heart's desire, that went and this came

When the spring cloud saw the custom of the days' unfaithfulness

Its tears fell on jasmine, hyacinth, and wild rose

When the zephyr heard what Hafez said from the nightingale

It scattered ambergris and came to watch the flowers