May the memory of the one who was my neighbor be blessed

The eye would gain light from the dust of your door

Right, like the lily and the rose, from the effect of your conversation, pure

What was in your heart was on my tongue

The heart, when it would tell the meanings from the wise old man

Love would say, explaining what was difficult for him

Alas, from the tyranny and oppression that is in this snare

Alas, from the burning and need that was in that gathering

It was in my heart that I would never be without a friend

What can be done, for my effort and heart were in vain

Last night, I became a tavern-goer, remembering the beloved

I saw the bent ones, with blood in their hearts and feet in the mud

I searched much to ask the reason for the pain of separation

The mufti of reason was ignorant in this matter

Truly, the turquoise seal of Boasahaqi

Shone well, but the kingdom was fleeting

Did you see that laughter, the coquettish Hafez

Who was unaware of the talons of the hawk of fate