The tongue has no ink, the head of expression is separation

Otherwise, I would tell you the story of separation

Alas, the duration of my life, which was spent on the hope of union

Has come to an end, and the time of separation has not arrived

The head that I used to boast about on the wheel of fortune

I have placed it at the feet of the righteous, in separation

How can I open my wings in the air of union

For the bird of my heart has shed its feathers in the nest of separation

Now, what remedy is there, for I am in the sea of sorrow, in a whirlpool

My boat of patience has fallen from the sail of separation

It will not be long before the ship of life is sunk

In the wave of your love, in the endless sea of separation

If separation falls into my hands

May the day of separation be black, and the house and family of separation

The companion of my imagination and the fellow of patience

The companion of the fire of separation and the fellow of the Quran of separation

How can I claim union, for my soul has become

My body is the agent of fate, and my heart is the guarantee of separation

From the burning of my love, my heart has become a kebab, far from the beloved

I constantly eat the blood of my liver from the table of separation

The sky saw my head as a captive of the noose of love

It tied my neck of patience with the rope of separation

If you reach the end of this path with desire, Hafez

No one has given the reins of separation into the hands of longing