What would it be if the heart of that kind moon were

That our state would not be like this if it were like that

I would say, 'What is the value of the breeze of the friend's locks?'

If at every hair's end, there were a thousand souls

O Lord, how much less would our happiness be

If it were a sign of safety from the evil of time

If time had made me proud and honored

The throne of my honor would have been the dust of the threshold

If only you had come out from behind the veil like a tear

For on our two eyes, his command would flow

If the circle of love had not blocked the way

Like the wandering point of Hafez, you would have been in the middle