Last night I said I would cast the thought of her face out of my mind

She said, where is the chain, so I can manage this madman

I called her stature a cypress, and she turned away from me in anger

My beloved is offended by honesty, what shall I do

I said an unconsidered point, forgive me, my beloved

Grant a coquetry so I may balance my disposition

I bear the paleness from that delicate innocent disposition

Cupbearer, give me a cup so I may make my face rosy

O breeze of Layla's abode, for God's sake, until when

Shall I disturb the quarter and turn the ruins into a river

I, who found the way to the endless beauty of the beloved

From now on, I will make a hundred beggars like myself into Korahs

O moon of the king, remember your servant Hafez

So I may pray for the ever-increasing beauty of that fortune