You are like the morning, and I am the candle of the pre-dawn solitude

Smile, and see how I surrender my life

As the burn of your rebellious hair is in my heart

My grave will become a violet garden when I pass away

I have opened my eyes at the threshold of your desire

So that you cast a glance, and you have already distracted me

How can I thank you, O battalion of sorrow, may God forgive you

For in the days of loneliness, you do not leave my head

I am a servant of the people with eyes, for with black hearts

A thousand drops fall as I count the heart's pain

With every glance, our idol displays beauty, but

No one sees this coquetry that I behold

If the beloved passes over Hafez's grave like the wind

From joy, I will tear my shroud in that narrow space