Other than losing my religion and knowledge

Come and tell me what benefit I gained from your love

Even though the harvest of my life was blown away by your sorrow

By the dust of your dear feet, I did not break my vow

Though I am insignificant like a particle, see me with the grace of love

That in the desire for your face, I am joined with affection

Bring the wine, for it has been a lifetime that I

Have not sat in the corner of safety for the sake of pleasure

If you are among the wise people, O advisor

Do not throw your words to the ground, for I am intoxicated

How can I raise my head in shame before the friend

When a deserving service did not come from my hands

Hafez burned and that kind beloved did not say

That I will send a balm for his troubled mind