For a lifetime, every day I take a step in pursuit

Every moment, I raise my hand in intercession for a good name

Without my radiant moon, to pass my day

I set a trap on a path, catching a bird in a snare

Where is the throne, where is the rose-faced one, where is the image of loyalty and love

Now in love, I bet my all

In hopes of getting news of the shadow of the tall cypress

I shout the love song from every direction towards the graceful walk

Although I know that the treasure of heart's peace will not grant my heart's desire

I draw an imaginary picture, seeking an omen of permanence

I know that it will end sorrow, bringing forth a colorful tale

This blood-shedding sigh that I take every morning and evening

Although I am absent from him and repentant from wine like Hafez

In the assembly of the spiritual ones, I occasionally take a cup