The sorrow of the world, whose end I cannot see

Its cure, except wine like the Judas tree, I do not see

I will not say to abandon the service of the elder of the Magians

For I see no benefit for myself in that

Take the height of joy from the sun of the cup

For I do not see the fortune of the time in that way

The sign of the people of God is love, keep it with you

For I do not see this sign among the elders of the city

With these two bewildered eyes, I have a thousand regrets

That with two mirrors, I do not see her face clearly

Your stature, until it became a stream from my eyes

Instead of a cypress, I see only flowing water

In this intoxication, no one offers me a sip

See that I do not see a kind-hearted person among them

The sign of the hair on her waist, where I tied my heart

Do not ask me, for I do not see it myself

I and the ship of Hafez, except in this sea

I do not see the shining wealth of speech