O story of paradise, a tale from your alley

The description of a fairy's beauty is a narrative of your face

The breaths of Jesus from your ruby lips are a subtlety

The water of Khidr from your sweet lips is an allegory

Every piece of my heart has a story of sorrow

Every line of your character and every verse of your mercy

When did you become the fragrance of the spiritual assembly

If the flower did not have your scent

We burned in the desire for the dust of the beloved's door

Remember, O breeze, you did not support us

O heart, your knowledge and life were wasted in vain

You had a hundred resources and did not make use of them

The scent of my roasted heart has spread across the horizons

This inner fire will spread to others as well

In the fire, if the thought of her face comes to mind

Cupbearer, come, for there is no complaint from hell

Do you know Hafez's intention from this pain and sorrow

From you, a coquetry, and from the king, a favor