The world is drawn to the eyebrow of the beloved, like the crescent moon

The crescent moon of the festival should be seen in the eyebrow of the beloved

My stature was broken, like the back of the crescent moon

The bow of my beloved's eyebrow was drawn back, like the bow of the crescent moon

Unless the breeze of your writing passed through the meadow in the morning

For the rose, with the scent of you, tore its clothes like the morning

There was no harp, nor lute, nor wine, nor wood

The rose of my existence was mixed with rosewater and wine

Come, let me tell you the sorrow of my heart's boredom

For without you, I do not have the opportunity to speak and listen

If the price of union with you was my life, I would be the buyer

For the good merchandise is bought by the one who sees everything

When I saw the moon of your face in the evening of your tresses

My night was bright with your face, like the day

My life reached my lips, but my desire did not come

My hope reached its end, but my request did not reach its end

Hafez wrote a few words from the joy of your face

Read from his writing, and listen in your ear, like a pearl