When I become the dust of his path, he shakes his hem from me

And if I say, 'Turn your heart,' he turns his face away from me

He shows his colorful face to everyone like a flower

And if I say, 'Cover it,' he covers it from me

I told my eyes, 'Finally, gaze fully upon him'

They said, 'Do you want to make a stream of blood flow from me?'

He thirsts for my blood, and I for his lips, to see what will happen

Will I take my desire from him, or will he take justice from me

If like Farhad my life ends in bitterness, it does not matter

Many sweet tales will remain from me

If like his candle I die, he will laugh at my sorrow

And if I complain, his delicate feelings will hurt because of me

Friends, I have given my life for his lips, behold

For something so small, he leaves me empty-handed

Be patient, Hafez, for if this is the lesson of sorrow

Love will tell a tale about me in every corner