If fate helps, I will bring its hem to my hand

If I pull, it will be a pleasure, and if it pulls, it will be an honor

The side of kindness has not been tied to anyone, this heart full of hope of mine

Although my story is being told in every direction

From the curve of your eyebrow, no solution has been found

Alas, that in this crooked thought, precious life has been wasted

When will the eyebrow of the beloved become the glove of my imagination

No one has shot the arrow of desire from this bow to the target

How long will I nurture the love of the heartless idols with coquetry

These ungrateful sons do not remember their father

I am a recluse in the thought of a hermit, and that is a wonder

I play a small drum from every side with the harp and drum

The hermits are unaware, read the signs and do not speak

The drunkard of the censor's authority, give wine and do not be afraid

The Sufi of the city sees that when he eats the morsel of doubt

May his long life be blessed, that animal that eats the sweet grass

Hafez, if you take a step on the path of the family with sincerity

The intention of the king of Najaf will be your escort