We have tested our luck in this city

We must pull out our belongings from this abyss

For I have been so troubled and sighed so much

I have set fire to my body, like a rose, piece by piece

Last night, a nightingale's song came to me, how sweet

The rose has spread its ears from the branch of the tree

O heart, be happy, for that beloved is fierce

He will not sit still, for he is driven by his own luck

Do you want the world to pass you by, both hard and soft

Pass by the weak promise and the hard words of your own

It is time to set fire to your separation and the burning within

I will throw fire on all my belongings and my own cooking

O Hafez, if your desire is fulfilled constantly

Jamshid also did not remain far from his throne