O you who cast a veil of musky lines upon the moon

You graced the sun by casting a shadow upon it

What will the hues and freshness of your cheek do to us?

For now, you’ve cast a beautiful illusion upon the water

You’ve won the prize of beauty from the beauties of Khallukh—rejoice

You sought Kay Khosrow's cup and cast Afrasiab into the abyss

Everyone found their own way to adore the candle of your face

Among them, you cast the moth into deep turmoil

You placed the treasure of your love in our desolate hearts

You cast the shadow of fortune upon this ruined corner

Beware the water of that countenance, for from it

You left lions thirsty and cast warriors into the water

You stole the wakeful ones’ sleep, and then with a painted vision

You accused the night travelers of stealing dreams

You unveiled your face for a moment in the assembly of beauty

And out of modesty, you cast houris and fairies into veils

Drink from the world-seeing goblet, for on Jamshid's throne

You unveiled the face of the desired beauty

Through the deceit of the narcissus and wine-drunk ruby lips

You cast the secluded Hafiz into the depths of wine

To capture my heart, you placed the chain of your tresses around my neck

Like the lasso of a king who enslaves all necks

O Judge of Dara’s glory, the one to whom the sun’s crown

In reverence, bows and casts itself at your feet

Nasrat al-Din Shah Yahya, who cast the kingdom’s enemies

Into the water like fire with the breath of his sword