O breeze, if you pass by the banks of the Aras River

Kiss the soil of that valley and make your breath fragrant

The abode of Salma, whose breeze sends a hundred greetings from us

You will hear the loud voices of the camel drivers and the sound of bells

Kiss the litter of the beloved and then present it with lamentation

For I have burned in separation from you, O kind one who answers cries

I, who once heeded the advice of counselors, now listen to the words of the harp

I have been chastised by separation, and this is enough advice for me

Enjoy the early morning and drink wine, for on the path of love

The night travelers are familiar with the night watchman

The game of love is not a trivial matter, O heart, risk your head

For the ball of love cannot be struck with the mallet of desire

The heart willingly surrenders, and the soul to the intoxicated eyes of the beloved

Though the sober have not given their will to anyone

The parrots in the sugarland of joy are rejoicing

And the poor fly, in regret, beats its head

If the name of Hafez comes to the tongue of the friend's pen

This request is enough from the presence of the king