If that musk-scented letter had written to us

The heavens would not have inscribed our fate

Although separation yields the fruit of union

I wish the world's farmer had not sown this seed

Immediate forgiveness is for the one who has

A beloved like a fairy and a place like paradise

In the court of love, one cannot indulge

Since there is no golden cushion, let us be content with a brick

Do not sell for the garden of Eden and the pride of Shaddad

A glass of wine and a kiss on the lips of the beloved's boat

How long will you grieve over the lowly world, O wise heart

It is a pity that beauty falls in love with ugliness

The impurity of the cloak is the world's ruin

Where is the wayfarer of a pure-hearted disposition

Why did you let go of your beloved's hair, Hafez

Fate was such, what could you have done otherwise