The rose-scented ones, when they sit, will scatter the dust of sorrow

The fairy-faced ones, when they quarrel, will take the peace from the heart

When the cruelty of the beloved binds the hearts, it will bind them

And when the musky tresses are opened, the souls will be scattered

In a lifetime, when they sit with us for a moment, they will rise

And the sapling of longing in the heart will be planted

When they find the tears of the secluded ones, they will find the door

The face of love will not turn away from the early risers, if they know

From my eye, the ruby of the Roman will weep when they laugh

And from my face, the hidden secret will be read when they see

The cure for the pain of the lover is one who considers it easy

And those who are in the thought of healing are like them

Like Mansur, from the desires of those who take, they will take

In this court, Hafez will be driven away when they call

In this presence, when the lovers show need, they will show coquetry

For with this pain, if they are in chains, they will heal