The lamp of your face became a candle for the moth

I am heedless of my own state because of your state

Reason, which imposed the bonds of the madness of love

Became insane at the scent of your hyacinth-like locks

If my soul is lost for the scent of your locks, so be it

A thousand precious souls are sacrificed for the beloved

I, fleeing from jealousy, fell down last night

When I saw my beloved in the hands of a stranger

What schemes we devised, but they were of no use

Our magic has become a legend to him

On the fire of his beautiful face, instead of frankincense

Except for his black mole, what has been seen grain by grain

The candle gave its soul to the breeze in a breath as a good omen

When the moth reached the candle of your face

I have a covenant with the circle of the friend's lips

That I will not speak of anything but the tale of the cup

Do not speak of the tales of the school and the monastery, for again

The desire for the tavern has fallen into Hafez's head