If that divine bird returns to my door

My life will be spent, and my old age will return

I have hope in these tears, like rain, that again

The lightning of fortune that went away from my sight will return

The one who was the crown of my head, the dust of whose feet

I ask God to return to my head

I want to go after him with dear friends

If my person does not return, my news will return

If I do not sacrifice my life at the foot of the beloved

What will my precious soul be good for again?

I will strike the drum of the kingdom from the roof of happiness

If I see that my moon-like beloved returns

The harp's sound and the sugar sleep of the morning are obstacles

But if he hears my sigh, he will return

Hafez, the moon-like face of the king, is my desire

I have the courage to return to my door safely