Happy is the day when I leave this ruined abode

I seek the comfort of my soul and follow the beloved

Although I know that the path of the stranger does not lead anywhere

I will follow the scent of that disheveled hair

My heart was seized with fear of Alexander's prison

I will pack my bags and go to the kingdom of Solomon

Like the morning breeze with a sick body and a helpless heart

I will follow the cypress tree that sways in the wind

On the path to him, like a pen, I will go to my head

With a wounded heart and tearful eyes, I will go

I vowed that if I escape from this sorrow one day

I will go to the tavern, joyful and singing ghazals

Following him, I will dance like a particle

Until I reach the radiant spring of the sun

The Arabs do not have the sorrow of the weight of the rain

The Persians will help me, so I can go easily and happily

If Hafez does not take the path out of the desert

I will go with the fortune of Asaf, the king of the age