The dust of my body becomes a veil over my soul's face

How delightful is the moment when I lift the veil from that face

Such a cage is not worthy of one with my sweet song

I will go to the paradise garden, for I am a bird of that meadow

It did not become clear why I came or where I went

Alas, I am unaware of my own affairs

How can I whirl in the space of the holy world

When I am imprisoned in the house of this bodily composition

If the scent of longing comes from the blood of my heart

Do not be surprised, for I share the pain with the musk of Khotan

Do not see the brocade of my golden shirt like a candle

For there are hidden burns within my shirt

Come and take Hafez's existence from before him

For with you, no one hears from me that I am