O truthful messenger, bring news of our beloved

Tell the nightingale of the garden the state of the rose

We are the confidants of the solitude of intimacy, do not grieve

Speak familiar words with the familiar beloved

When she shook those musk-laden tresses

Tell us, for God's sake, what she had in mind with us

Whoever said the dust at the beloved's door is sacred

Say this word plainly in our eyes

The one who prevents us from the tavern

Say this tale in the presence of my elder

If you pass by that door of fortune again

After performing service and offering prayers, speak

Though we have sinned, do not hold us accountable

Tell the tale of the beggar's sin in a kingly manner

Read the letter of that noble one to this poor one

Tell this beggar the story of that king

When she scatters souls from the snare of her tresses onto the dust

O breeze, tell us what happened to that stranger

The tale of the masters of knowledge is life-giving

Go and ask for a secret, then come and tell a story

Hafez, if they grant you entry to his assembly

Drink wine and abandon pretense foe God's sake