If I pick one fruit from your garden, what will happen?

If I see the light of your lamp, what will happen?

O Lord, in the shade of that tall cypress

If I sit for a moment, what will happen?

Finally, O king of Jamshid's glorious works

If your image is reflected on my ring, what will happen?

The preacher of the city, like the king and the governor, chose

If I choose to paint a picture of love, what will happen?

My reason has left my house, and if this is the wine

I saw beforehand what would happen in the house of my faith

My precious life was spent on the beloved and wine

So that I may see what will come from that, and what will happen from this

The lord knew that I was a lover, and said nothing

If Hafez also knows that I am like this, what will happen?