O Lord, this laughing bud that you entrusted to me

I entrust it back to you from the envious eye of the garden

Though it has become a hundred stages distant from the alley of loyalty

May the affliction of the distant heavens be far from its soul and body

If you reach the abode of peace, O morning breeze

I hope you will convey a greeting from me

With courtesy, open the musk from that black tress

It is the place of precious hearts, do not disturb it

Say, my heart has the right of loyalty with your mole and beauty

Respect it in that amber-breaking lock

In the place where they drink in memory of her lips

Wretched is the drunkard who is aware of himself

Wealth and possessions should not be hoarded from the tavern door

Whoever drinks this water, cast their belongings into the sea

Whoever fears the weariness of love's sorrow, it is not lawful for them

Our head and its foot, or our lips and its mouth

All of Hafez's poetry is the couplet of the ghazal of knowledge

Praise be to his charming soul and the grace of his words