O breeze, bring me a scent from the alley of such-and-such

To my afflicted and sick soul, bring a comfort of life

Strike the elixir of desire on our unfruitful heart

That is, bring me a sign from the threshold of the beloved

In the ambush of sight, I am at war with my own heart

From her eyebrows and glances, bring me arrows and a bow

In strangeness and separation and sorrow, my heart grew old

Bring me a cup of wine from the hand of a fresh youth

Make the deniers taste two or three cups of this wine

And if they do not accept, bring a goblet to me

Cupbearer, do not postpone today's delight to tomorrow

Or bring me a line of security from the court of fate

My heart was lost last night when Hafez was saying

O breeze, bring me a scent from the alley of such-and-such