Without you, O graceful cypress, what can I do with the flower and the garden

Why should I braid the hyacinth's hair, what should I do with the lily's face

Alas, from the taunts of the ill-wisher, I did not see your face

My face is not like a mirror, what should I do with iron

Go, O advisor, and do not fault the afflicted

Destiny's overseer does this, what can I do

When the lightning of zeal jumps from the hidden place of the unseen

You tell me, what should I do with my burnt harvest

When the king of the Turks approved and threw me into the well

If the kindness of Tahmuras does not help, what can I do

If the fire of Mount Tur does not help with a lamp

What remedy is there for the dark night of the safe valley

O Hafez, the eternal paradise is my inherited home

In this ruined abode, what should I do for a dwelling