Where is the good news of your union, that I may rise from the soul?

I am the bird of paradise, and I will rise from the snare of the world

By your grace, if you call me your servant

I will rise from the lordship of time and space

O Lord, send a rain of guidance from the cloud

Before I rise like dust from the midst

Sit on my grave with wine and a minstrel

So that I may rise dancing from the tomb at your scent

Rise and show your height, O idol with sweet movements

So that I may rise waving my hands from the soul and the world

Though I am old, draw me tightly into your embrace one night

So that I may rise young from your side at dawn

On the day of my death, grant me a moment to see you

So that like Hafez, I may rise from the soul and the world