The work of your beauty, like my love, has reached perfection,

Be happy, for there is no decline for either of these two.

It does not fit in imagination, nor in the conception of reason,

That in any sense a better example than this could come.

The pleasure of life is obtained if for us with you,

Ever in life a day, a day of union occurs.

The moment that I am with you, a year is like a day,

And the moment that I am without you, a moment is like a year.

Since I, my dear, see the image of your face in sleep,

My eyes see nothing but an illusion from sleep.

Have mercy on my heart, for from the love of your beautiful face,

My weak body has become thin like a crescent moon.

Hafez, do not complain if you desire union with the beloved,

More than this must be endured for separation.