He said, you went out to see the new moon

From the moon of your eyebrows, shame be upon your face

For a lifetime, your heart is captivated by the prisoners of our locks

Do not be heedless of protecting the side of your companions

Do not sell the fragrance of intellect to the Indian of our locks

For there, a thousand musk pods are worth half a barleycorn

The seed of loyalty and love in this old barren land

Will become apparent when the season of harvest arrives

O cupbearer, bring wine, for I will tell you a secret

About the ancient stars and the new moon

The shape of the crescent at the beginning of each month gives a sign

From the crown of Siamak and the Turk's hat

Hafez, the sanctuary of loyalty is the court of the old Magian

Read the lesson of the tale of love to him and listen from him