O pistachio, you have laughed at the tale of sugar

For God's sake, smile sweetly just once

The tree of paradise cannot speak of your stature

I will pass this tale, as the talk becomes long

If you want blood not to flow from your eyes

Do not bind your heart to the loyalty of river companions

Whether you show beauty or taunt

We do not believe in the self-absorbed sheikh

How can someone know the turmoil of my state

Whose heart has not been caught in this snare

The market of desire has become warm, where is that tall cypress

So I can burn my soul as incense on the fire of its face

Where our beloved speaks with a sweet smile

O pistachio, who are you, for God's sake, do not laugh at yourself

Hafez, if you do not abandon the flirtation with Turks

Do you know where your place is, Khwarazm or Khujand