Though a knot in her hair caused trouble in my affairs

I still keep my eyes wide open for her kindness

Do not attribute the redness of my face to joy, for like a cup

It reflects the blood of my heart on my cheeks

The musician will take the veil from my hand

Oh, if in this veil I am not included

I have become the guardian of my heart's sanctuary every night

So that in this veil, I do not leave any thought but of her

I am that enchanting poet who with the spell of words

From the reed pen, I rain sugar and honey

My fortune's eye fell asleep with her tale

Where is a breeze of grace to awaken me

Since I cannot see you in passing, O beloved

To whom shall I speak so they may say a word to my beloved

Last night, she said that Hafez is all facade and hypocrisy

Other than the dust of her doorstep, with whom would I trade