Welcome, fortunate bird with the auspicious message

Greetings, what news? Where is the friend, which way?

O Lord, may the eternal grace escort this caravan

For the enemy fell into the trap and the beloved was pleased

The tale of my beloved and me has no end

Whatever has no beginning will not accept an end

The flower has taken pleasure to its limit, show your face for a moment

The cypress boasts and it is not pleasing, for God's sake, walk gracefully

The beloved's tress acts like a Zunar (belt of Zoroastrians)

Go away, O sheikh, for the robe has become forbidden on our body

The bird of my soul that sang from the top of the Sidra tree

In the end, your beauty mark's seed trapped it

Sleep is not suitable for my sick eyes

How can someone with a fatal disease sleep

You will not pity me, I said sincerely

That was my claim, and here you are, and those were the days

If Hafez desires your eyebrow, it is possible

The people of speech will make a place for him in the corner of the sanctuary