The preachers who show this appearance in the pulpit and the mosque

When they go to a private place, they do something else

I have a problem with the learned ones who question the assembly

Why do those who command repentance repent less themselves?

It seems they do not believe in the day of judgment

For they deceive and cheat in the work of the judge

O Lord, show these hypocrites with their own donkey

For they show so much pride from the Turkish and Persian slaves

O beggar of the monastery, who is in the temple of the Magi

They give you water that makes hearts rich

His endless beauty is so much that it kills the lover

Another group will rise from the unknown with love

At the door of the tavern of love, O king, the one who says praise

In that place, they ferment the clay of Adam

In the morning, a cry came from the throne, reason said

It seems the angels are reciting the poetry of Hafez