My tall, coquettish, playful beloved

Shortened the long story of my asceticism

Did you see, O heart, how in the end, old age, asceticism, and knowledge

Were undone by the glance of my playful beloved

I fear for the ruin of my faith that is taken away

By the arch of your eyebrow in my prayer presence

I thought to hide the mark of love with the deceitful robe

But the tear was a tattler and revealed my secret

My beloved is intoxicated and does not remember the companions

Blessings upon my compassionate Saqi

O Lord, when will that breeze blow, whose fragrance

Turns the scent of his kindness into my remedy

I paint a picture on water with my tears now

Until my illusion becomes aligned with the truth

Like a candle, I laugh while I cry at myself

To see what my burning and lamenting does with your stone heart

O ascetic, if your prayer does not bring results

Then my nightly intoxication and secret conversations with the beloved

Hafez burned with tears, O breeze, tell his state

To my king, who nurtures friends and melts enemies