O blood-worthy of the Chinese musk, the dust of your path

The sun nurtures shadows under the brim of your hat

The narcissus flirts beyond limits, strut gracefully

O I, who am sacrificed for the charm of your dark eyes

Drink my blood, for no kingdom with such beauty

Can bear to write your sin from the heart

You are the cause of peace and sleep for the people of the world

Thus, the corner of the eye and heart became your resting place

Every night, I have dealings with every star

Out of longing for the radiance of your moon-like face

All the companions and friends have parted from each other

We remain at the threshold of your prosperous sanctuary

Hafez, do not covet favor, for in the end

The fire will set the harvest of sorrow ablaze with the smoke of your sigh