O you who deem separation of lovers permissible,

You keep lovers separated from yourself.

Also, find the thirsty of the desert with pure water,

In the hope that you hold God in this path.

You took my heart, and I forgave you, O dear, but

Keep it better than the way you are keeping me.

Our cup, which other companions are drinking from,

We will not tolerate if you deem it permissible.

O fly, the presence of the Simorgh is not your place to roam,

You are wasting your time and causing us trouble.

You fell into deprivation from this door due to your own fault,

From whom are you complaining, and why are you crying out?

Hafez, from kings, they seek status through service,

Without making effort, what hope of reward do you have?