Your image will never be erased from the tablet of my heart and soul

That cypress-like beloved will never be forgotten by me

The imagination of your lips is bewildered in my mind

And will not be affected by the cruelty of fate and the sorrow of time

In eternity, my heart was tied to your tresses

And will not be broken until eternity, and will not be forgotten from the covenant

Whatever is on my poor heart except for the burden of your sorrow

Will go away from my heart, but that will not go away from my heart

Your love has taken such a place in my heart and soul

That even if my head goes, it will not go away from my heart and soul

If my heart goes after the beautiful ones, it is excused

For it has pain, what can it do, and will not go after the cure

Whoever wants to not be bewildered like Hafez

Should not give his heart to the beautiful ones, and should not go after them