Although we are the servants of the king

We are the kings of the morning kingdom

The treasure is in the sleeve and the purse is empty

The cup of the world is visible and we are the dust of the road

We are awake in the presence and intoxicated with pride

We are the ocean of unity and drowned in sin

When the witness of fate makes a coquettish gesture

We are the mirror of the face, like the moon

The king is awake to fate every night

We are the guardians of the crown and the head

Consider our conversation a blessing

For you are asleep and we are awake with our eyes

The king is aware that we

Will turn our attention to wherever we place it

We will make the enemies' shrouds from their own blood

And give our friends the cloak of victory

The color of hypocrisy is not before us

We are the red lion and the black snake

Tell Hafez's debt, that they will pay it back

You have made a confession and we will testify