My desire for your lips has not yet been fulfilled

In hope of your ruby cup, I still drink the pain

On the first day, my faith was lost in your curls

What will be the end of this infatuation, I still wonder

O cupbearer, a sip of that fiery water, for I

Am still raw among the seasoned in the love of her

In error, I once called your hair the musk of Khotan

Every moment, a blade of hair still strikes my body

The radiance of your face, when the sun saw it in my solitude

Still moves like a shadow over my door and roof

My name once slipped from the lips of the beloved by mistake

To the people of heart, the scent of life still comes from my name

In eternity, the cupbearer of your ruby lips gave us

A sip from the cup, and I am still intoxicated by that cup

O you who said, 'Give your soul so that your soul may find peace'

I entrusted my soul to its sorrows, yet I still have no peace

Hafez brought the story of her ruby lips to the pen

The water of life still flows from my pen