That beloved, whose house of ours was a fairy's abode

From head to toe, she was free of flaws like a fairy

My heart said it would settle in this city for her scent

Poor heart did not know that its beloved was on a journey

Not only did the secret of my heart become unveiled

As long as the heavens existed, its way was to tear veils

The object of my wise one's attention was that moon

With beauty and manners, she had a discerning way

A malevolent star took her from my grasp

Yes, what can I do, it was the fate of the moon's cycle

Excuse it, O heart, for you are a dervish and she

In the realm of beauty, she held a royal crown

The good times were those spent with the friend

The rest were all unfruitful and unaware

It was pleasant by the water with flowers, greenery, and wild roses

Alas, that flowing treasure was a passerby

Kill yourself, O nightingale, from this jealousy, for the rose

Was displaying beauty with the morning breeze

Every treasure of happiness that God gave to Hafez

Was from the blessing of night prayers and morning recitations