The heart is full of pain, oh, alas, a remedy

The heart is weary from loneliness, for God's sake, a companion

Who can have peace from the swift-moving sky

Cupbearer, give me a cup so I may rest for a moment

I told the wise one to see these conditions, he laughed and said

A difficult day, a strange affair, a troubled world

I burned in the pit of patience for that beautiful candle

The king of the Turks is indifferent to our state, where is a Rostam

In the path of love, safety and comfort are calamities

Cursed be that heart that seeks a remedy for your pain

There is no path in the alley of roguery for those who seek pleasure and grace

A traveler is needed who burns the world, not an immature carefree one

A human does not come to hand in the earthly world

Another world must be made and a new human

Rise, let us give our thoughts to that Samarkandi Turk

From whose breeze the scent of Mulian's stream comes

What does Hafez's weeping measure before the independence of love

In this sea, seven seas appear as a dewdrop