I will tell a charming point, see the mole of that moon-faced

See the intellect and soul chained by that hair

I blamed my heart for being wild and wandering

It said, 'See the lion-catching eyes and coquetry of that gazelle'

The ringlets of her hair are a spectacle for the morning breeze

See the souls of a hundred devotees bound by a single hair there

The sun-worshipping ascetics are unaware of our beloved

O blamer, for God's sake, do not just look at the face, see that face

Her heart-stealing hair put a collar around the morning breeze's neck

See the Hindu-like trick with the followers on the path

This that I became free of myself in search of her

No one has seen and will not see its like from any direction

If Hafez laments in the corner of the prayer niche, it is justified

O advisor, for God's sake, see that arched eyebrow

O heaven, do not turn away from the wishes of King Mansur

See the sharpness of the sword and the strength of the arm