O cypress of beauty, you walk with coquetry

The lovers have a hundred needs for your coquetry every moment

Blessed is your beautiful face, which in eternity

Has torn the cloak of coquetry on your stature

The one who desires the scent of your amber tresses

Like aloe wood, burn and make music on the fire of longing

The moth has a burning heart for the candle

Without the candle, your face burns my heart

The Sufi who had repented of wine without you yesterday

Broke his promise when he saw you in the tavern again

My value will not be affected by the rival's criticism

For if they take me to the mouth of the fire, like gold

The heart that has found awareness of your Kaaba

Does not have the head of Hijaz, due to the longing for that sanctuary

Every moment, with tears in my eyes, what need is there for ablution

Without the arch of your eyebrow, my prayer is permissible

When the wine was poured again on the head of the cup, with clapping

Hafez, who heard the secret from the cupbearer's lips yesterday