It's been a long time that you keep us worried,

You treat the sincere ones differently from others.

A glance of favor has not been shown to us with kindness,

This is how you value those with insight.

It is better that you cover your forearm, for like a beloved's,

You keep your hand in the heart's blood of talented ones.

Neither the rose escaped from the hand of your sorrow, nor the nightingale in the garden,

You keep them all shouting and tearing their garments.

O you who seek the present cash of divine presence in a patched cloak,

You surprisingly expect insight from the ignorant.

Since you are the narcissus of the garden of vision, O eye and lamp,

Why do you hold your head high towards my broken heart?

The gem of Jamshid's cup is from a mine of another world,

You seek it from the clay of potters.

O heart, you are the father of experience, so why,

Do you expect kindness and loyalty from these youths?

The bag of your silver and gold must be completely emptied,

These expectations that you have from the silver-bodied ones.

Although our roguishness and ruin are our sins, but

Love said that you keep us bound to it.

Do not spend your days of well-being in blame, Hafez,

What expectation do you have from the passing world?