When you come, read a prayer for the weary soul

Open your lips, for the ruby of your lips gives life to the dead

The one who came to ask and read the prayer and is leaving

Say, I will make a breath that will take the soul with it

O physician of the weary soul, look at my tongue

For this breath and the smoke of my chest is the weight of my heart on my tongue

Although the fever of my bones was caused by the warm love and has gone

Like my fever, the fire of love does not leave my bones

The state of my heart is in the fire of your mole, it is my homeland

My eyes are weary and weak from those two eyes of yours

Show me the sign of my fever from the water of your two eyes and see

My pulse, which does not show any sign of life

The one who has always given my cup for pleasure

Why does my cup take me to the physician at all times

Hafez, from the water of life, your poem gave me a drink

Leave the physician, come and read the prescription of my drink