O breeze, bring a scent from the path of the beloved

Take away the sorrow of the heart and bring the good news of the beloved

Speak a soul-refreshing word from the beloved's lips

Bring a joyful letter from the world of mysteries

So I can perfume my senses with your gentle breeze

Bring a whiff of the beloved's breath

By your loyalty, bring the dust of that dear one's path

Without any dust that arises from strangers

Dust from the path of the friend to blind the rival

Bring it for the comfort of these tearful eyes

Inexperience and simplicity are not the ways of the devotees

Bring news from that skilled beloved

Thankful are those who are in joy, O garden bird

Bring the tidings of the garden to the caged captives

The soul's desire became bitter from the patience without the beloved

Bring a coquetry from those sweet sugar-laden lips

It has been a long time since the heart saw the face of the goal

Cupbearer, bring that mirror-like goblet

What is Hafez's patched robe worth? Color it with wine

Then bring it, drunk and ruined, from the marketplace