The one who trampled me with injustice, like the dust of the road

I kiss the dust and ask for forgiveness for his footsteps

I am not one to lament your injustice, God forbid

I am a devoted servant and a seeker of your kingdom

I have tied my hopes to the curls of your hair

May it not be that my short hand will be unable to reach

I am a particle of dust, and my place is in your alley

I fear, O friend, that a sudden wind will blow me away

The elder of the tavern gave me a cup to see the world at dawn

And in that mirror, he made me aware of your beauty

I am a Sufi of the monastery of the world, but

Now the tavern of the Magians is my refuge

Rise, O companion of the path, and come to the tavern with me

So that you may see in that circle what my station is

You passed by, intoxicated, and did not think of Hafez

Alas, if the hem of your beauty catches my sigh

I was pleased that the king of the east said at dawn

With all my kingdom, I am the servant of the king of Turan