I saw the green field of the sky and the sickle of the new moon

I remembered my slain ones and the time of harvest

I said, O fortune, you were asleep, and the sun rose

It said, despite all this, do not despair of the past

If you ascend pure and untainted like the Messiah to the sky

From your lamp, a hundred rays will reach the sun

Do not rely on the thieving star of the night, for this trickster

Stole the crown of Kaykavus and the belt of Kaykhosrow

Though the earring of gold and ruby may weigh heavy on the ear

The era of beauty is fleeting, listen to the advice

May the evil eye stay far from your mole, for in the field of beauty

It plays a pawn that takes the pledge from the moon and the sun

O sky, do not sell this grandeur, for in love

The harvest of the moon is worth a stream, and the cluster of Pleiades is worth two barleycorns

The fire of asceticism and hypocrisy will burn the harvest of faith

Hafez, cast away this woolen cloak and go