With your dark eyelashes, you have made thousands of breaches in my faith

Come, so that from your ailing eyes, I may pluck thousands of sorrows

O companion of my heart, whose friends have been forgotten

May I never live a day where I sit without remembering you

The world is old and unstable; woe to this slayer of Farhad

Whose deceit and trickery have wearied my sweet soul

From the heat of separation's fire, I am drenched in sweat like a rose

Bring, O night breeze, a gust so I may gather that dew

The transient and eternal worlds are sacrifices for the beloved and the cupbearer

For I see the sovereignty of the world as a mere byproduct of love

If the beloved chooses another in my place, they are the ruler

May it be forbidden for me to choose life in place of the beloved

The nightingale sang 'Good morning'; where are you, cupbearer? Rise

For the thought of last night's dream is creating an uproar in my head

On the night of my departure, I shall rise from my bed to the palace of heavenly maidens

If, at the moment of death, you are the candle by my bedside

The tale of longing that is recorded in this letter

Surely, it is without error, for Hafez himself inspired me