Do not let your hair into the wind, so as not to cast me to the wind

Do not create a foundation of coquetry, so as not to ruin my foundation

Do not drink wine with everyone, so I do not drink the blood of my liver

Do not lift your head so my cry does not reach the heavens

Do not curl your hair, so as not to imprison me

Do not twist the lock, so as not to cast me to the wind

Do not become a stranger's beloved, so as not to detach me from myself

Do not grieve for others, so as not to make me unhappy

Light up your face, so you free my flower from its petals

Raise your stature, so you free me from the cypress

Do not become the candle of every gathering, or you will burn us

Do not remember every people, so you do not leave my memory

Do not become the famous one of the city, so I do not bury my head in the mountain

Do not show my sweet passion, so you do not make me a Farhad

Have mercy on me, the poor one, and come to my aid

So my cry does not reach the dust at Asaf's doorstep

Hafez would never turn his face away from your oppression

Since the day I became your captive, I am free