O face, like the eternal paradise and your lips like the fountain of paradise

Your lips have made my soul and heart a path

The green-clad ones, your writing, is around my lips

Like ants around the fountain of paradise

The pupil of your eye is in every corner

Like me, it has fallen and has a hundred killers

O Lord, this fire that is in my soul

Cool it down, just as you did for Abraham

I do not find the opportunity, O friends

Although he has a very beautiful beauty

Our foot is lame and the journey is very long

Our hand is short and the date is on the palm tree

Hafez, from the talons of the beloved

Like an ant, has fallen at the foot of the elephant

The king of the world has eternity, glory, and coquetry

And everything that is of this kind