Last night, I was blocking the way of sleep with a flood of tears

Drawing a figure on the water in memory of your line

With the beloved's eyebrow in mind and the burnt cloak

I was raising a cup in memory of the corner of the sanctuary

Every thought bird that flew from the branch of speech

I was hitting it back with the pick of your hair curl

The beloved's face was appearing in my sight

From afar, I was kissing the moon's face

My eyes on the cupbearer and my ears on the sound of the harp

I was taking an omen with my eyes and ears in this regard

The image of your face in my imagination until dawn

I was crafting it on the workshop of sleepless eyes

The cupbearer was taking a bowl to the sound of my ghazal

I was reciting this song and drinking pure wine

Happy was the time of Hafez, the auspicious omen, and desire

I was praying for the longevity and fortune of friends