O breeze, do not withhold your passage from the abode of the beloved

And do not withhold news of her from the heartless lover

In gratitude for your bloom to the wish of fortune, O flower

Do not withhold the breeze of union from the morning bird

I was your love companion when you were a new moon

Now that you are a full moon, do not withhold your gaze

The world and whatever is in it are simple and brief

Do not withhold this brief knowledge from the wise

Now that your sweet ruby lips are a fountain of sugar

Speak, and do not withhold sugar from the parrot

The poet takes your virtues to the horizons

Do not withhold from him his duty and provision for travel

When you seek to be spoken of well, this is the advice

Do not withhold silver and gold in exchange for words

The dust of sorrow will go away, Hafez will be happy

Do not withhold the water of your eyes from this path