If I pass through the tavern of Maghān again

I will sacrifice my cloak and prayer mat

If today I strike the ring of repentance like the ascetics

The tavern keeper will not open the door for me tomorrow

If, like a moth, I am given a moment of freedom with wings

My flight will be only towards the face of that candle

I do not desire the company of houris, for it is pure deficiency

If I indulge in the thought of you, even with another

The secret of my love for you would remain hidden in my chest

If your deceitful eyes had not revealed my secret

Like a bird, I have escaped from the cage of earth into the air

In the hope that the royal falcon might capture me

If you do not fulfill the desire of my heart like a harp

I will play a tune from my lips like a reed flute

I will not tell the tale of my blood-stained heart to anyone

For no one is my companion except the sword of your sorrow

If there is a head on every hair of Hafez's body

I will cast them all at your feet like your tresses