Every point I mentioned in the description of that image

Everyone who heard it said, 'God is the speaker of pearls'

At first, the acquisition of love and libertinism seemed easy

But in the end, my soul was burned in acquiring these virtues

Hallaj is singing a beautiful song on the gallows about this point

Do not ask Shafi'i about such matters

I said, 'When will you forgive my weak soul'

He said, 'At that time, when the soul is not a barrier between us'

I have given my heart to the aid of your playful drawing

The pleasure of the beloved is the praise of the virtues

I was in seclusion, like your intoxicated eye

And now I have become like the intoxicated, leaning towards your eyebrow

I have seen the flood of Noah a hundred times from the water of my eyes

And the drawing on the tablet of my chest has never been erased

O friend, Hafez's hand is the amulet of the evil eye

O Lord, may I see it hung around your neck