From the eyes, the heart's blood flows onto our face

What can I say, from the eyes to our face, what things flow

We have a desire hidden within our chest

If it goes to the wind, our heart will go with that desire

The eastern sun will tear its garment from envy

If my beloved, nurturing moon, goes into her robe

We laid our face on the beloved's path's dust

It's permissible for an acquaintance to walk on our face

The eye's water is a flood, and whoever passes by

Even if his heart were of stone, he would be moved

We have stories of tears night and day

From that passerby who walks on the path to her alley

Hafez always goes to the tavern's alley with sincere heart

Like Sufis, the monastery dwellers go from purity