Those who turn dust into gold in their eyes

Is it possible that they would glance at us?

My pain is hidden from the claiming physicians

Perhaps they will find a cure for me from the treasure of the unknown

The beloved does not unveil their face

Why would anyone tell a story in imagination?

For the ultimate beauty is not in libertinism or asceticism

That one who leaves their work to divine favor

Do not be without knowledge, for in me, love is increasing

Those who have insight will deal with the familiar

A state within the veil is causing much turmoil

Until the time when the veil is lifted, what will they do?

If a stone cries out from this story, do not be surprised

Those who possess hearts will tell the story of the happy heart

Drink wine, for a hundred sins are hidden from others

Better than a worship that is done with hypocrisy

A shirt that comes from him with the scent of Joseph

I fear that his brothers will make a cloak of envy

Pass by the tavern, so that you may be among those present

And they will spend their time praying for you

Hidden from the envious, I call to myself, for we are forbidden

To do good in secret for the sake of God's pleasure

Hafez, the continuation of union is not possible

Kings pay little attention to the state of the beggar