Come, for strength may return to the weary heart again

Come, for the soul may return to the lifeless body again

Come, for your separation has closed my eyes so tightly

That perhaps the door of union with you may open again

The sorrow that, like an army, seized the kingdom of my heart

May the host of joy from Rome drive it away again

Before the mirror of my heart, whatever I possess

Shows nothing but the image of your beauty again

Know that the night is pregnant with the day from you

I count the stars to see what the night will give birth to again

Come, for the nightingale of Hafez's pleasant mind

Sings again at the fragrance of the rose garden of union with you