Your musk-scented pen, when it remembers us one day

Will earn the reward of freeing two hundred slaves

The messenger to Salma's abode, may he be safe

What if he brings a greeting that gladdens our heart?

Test it, for they will give you many treasures of desire

If your kindness rebuilds ruins like me

O Lord, cast into the heart of that sweet king

That he may pass with mercy over Farhad's head

The king would benefit from a hundred years of worship and asceticism

The value of an hour's life in which he gives

Now the coquetry of your pride has uprooted me

Until once again, what foundation will it wisely lay?

Your pure essence is independent of our praise

What can the thought of a beautician do with God-given beauty?

We did not reach our goal in Shiraz

Happy is the day when Hafez takes the road to Baghdad