Do you know what the fortune is? It's the sight of the beloved.

In his alley, choosing to beg is better than kingship.

It is easy to cut off the desire for life, but,

It is difficult to cut off a life from friends.

I wish to go to the garden like a bud with a tight heart,

And there, to tear a garment in pursuit of a good name.

Sometimes, like the breeze, I wish to tell hidden secrets to the flowers.

Sometimes, to hear the secrets of love from the nightingales.

Do not let go of kissing your beloved's lips,

For in the end, you will tire of kissing hands and lips.

Consider this moment of companionship as an opportunity,

For once we pass, we will never meet again.

It seems that Hafez has been forgotten by King Yahya.

O Lord, remind him to nurture the poor.