A thousand thanks that I saw you return to your own desire

With the face of sincerity and purity, you have become a companion to my heart

The travelers of the path are shielded from calamity

The companion of love has no sorrow from the ups and downs

The sorrow of the beloved is hidden from the conversation of the rival

For the chest of the master of malice is not a confidant of secrets

Although your beauty is not independent of love

I am not the one who will return from this game of love

What can I say, for I see the burning within

Ask the tears to tell the story, for I am not a tale-teller

What was the sedition that the decree of fate stirred up

That made the intoxicated narcissus black with the kohl of coquetry

Thanks to this, the gathering is illuminated with the friend

If a cruelty like a candle reaches you, burn and rebuild

The purpose is the charm of beauty, and there is no need

The beauty of the state of Mahmoud is in the tresses of Iyas

The moon does not take the profit of ghazal-writing

In that position where Hafez raises his voice