I made a thousand efforts for you to be my beloved,

To be the fulfiller of my restless heart's desire.

To become the light of my sleepless eyes at night,

To be the companion of my hopeful heart.

As kings of beauty pride themselves on their servants,

You, in their midst, should be my lord.

From that agate (lip) whose coquetry has made my heart bleed,

If I make a complaint, you should be my consoler.

In that meadow where beauties take the hands of lovers,

If it is within your power, be my beloved.

One night, come to the hut of lovers' sorrows,

For a moment, be the companion of my grieving heart.

The gazelle of the sun will become the prey of my thinness,

If a gazelle like you is my prey for just a moment.

The three kisses that you have made my duty from your two lips,

If you do not fulfill them, you will be in debt to me.

May I see this wish fulfilled that one midnight,

Instead of flowing tears, you are by my side.

Although I, Hafez, am the city's Hafez, I am not worth a barleycorn,

Unless you, in your kindness, are my beloved.