If witnesses show such coquetry

They will create a breach in the faith of the ascetics

Wherever that narcissus branch blooms

Its beauty will be seen by the narcissus-like eyes

O young one with a cypress-like stature, it seems you are a leopard

Before they make a polo mallet from your stature

Lovers have no control over themselves

Whatever your command is, they will do it

Before my eyes, it is less than a drop

These stories that are told about the storm

When our beloved begins to listen

The angels will scatter their hands on the throne

The people's eyes are filled with blood

Where is this injustice being done to humans?

Come, let us go with a sorrowful heart, O idle one

And enjoy the pleasure of separation in the thicket

Do not be surprised, Hafez, at the midnight sigh

Until the morning, when the mirrors will shine