When the breeze broke her amber-scented locks

With every broken strand, her soul was renewed

Where is a companion to whom I can explain

What the heart endures from the days of her separation

Time has closed the page of the rose, likening it to your face

But out of shame for you, it hid it in the bud

You are asleep, and the bounds of love have not appeared

Blessed is this path, for it has no end

Perhaps the beauty of the Kaaba will excuse the travelers

For the souls of the passionate burned in its desert

With this broken House of Sorrow that it brings

The sign of Joseph's heart is from her chin

I will take that lock of hair and give it to the master

For Hafez, the heartless, burned from her deceit and tricks