Let us raise our hands one night and pray

And find a solution for the sorrow of your separation from somewhere

The heart has become ill from the hands of friends, help

So that we can bring its doctor and give it medicine

The one who was unjustly angry and struck me with his sword and left

May God bring him back so that we can make peace

The root of joy has dried up, where is the path to the tavern

So that we can grow and flourish in that atmosphere

Seek help from the minds of the libertines, O heart, or not

It is a difficult task, lest we make a mistake

The shadow of the bird with little patience will not do anything

We will seek help from the shadow of the monkey-like beloved

My heart has escaped from the veil, where is the sweet-tongued Hafez

So that we can make a new melody with his words and ghazals