O Muslims, there was a time when I had a heart

With which I would speak if there was a problem

When I fell into a whirlpool of sorrow

With its counsel, there was hope for a shore

A sympathetic heart and a wise companion

That was the support of every heartfelt person

I lost it in the alley of the beloved

What a fateful place it was, O Lord

Excellence is not without flaws, yet

Who was more deprived than I

Have mercy on this troubled soul

For once it was a capable complete one

Since love taught me to speak

My discourse was the subtlety of every gathering

Do not say anymore that Hafez is a connoisseur

For we saw and it was sheer ignorance