I have smelled the spirit of love and the lightning of union

Come, for I am intoxicated by your scent, O north wind

Alone, stop and descend with the beauty of the beloved

For my patience is not from the longing for beauty

The story of the night of separation has been left to

Thanks to the one who lifted the veil of the day of union

Come, for the veil of the rose-colored seven houses of the eye

Has been drawn to the writing of the workshop of imagination

When the beloved is on the path of peace and seeks forgiveness

One can forgive the cruelty of the rival in all situations

There is nothing in the narrow heart except the imagination of your mouth

For no one is like me in pursuit of the impossible imagination

Hafez, the stranger, has been killed by your love

Pass by our land, for the blood of the intoxicated is permissible