We expected support from friends

It was wrong what we thought

Until the tree of friendship bears fruit

Now we have gone and planted a seed

Discussion is not the way of the dervish

Otherwise, we had many tales with you

Your eye's style had the deceit of war

We were wrong and thought it peace

The rosebush of your beauty did not blossom on its own

We appointed the breath of endeavor upon it

The points were made and no one complained

We did not neglect respect

He said, Hafez, you gave your heart to us willingly

We did not appoint anyone to collect it