I have set my eyes on the brow of a moon-faced beauty

I have drawn the image of a green-lined thought somewhere

There is hope that the decree of my love play

Will come to the royal decree from that arched brow

My head is lost, my eyes burnt from waiting

In the desire for the head and eyes of the assembly's adornment

My heart is troubled, I will set fire to the cloak

Come and see whom it makes a spectacle

On the day of the event, make my coffin from the cypress

For we go to the mourning of the tall one

I, the dervish, have given the reins of my heart to someone

Who does not care about the crown and throne

In the place where the beauties strike with glances

Do not be surprised to see a head fallen at a foot

For me, whose moon is in the chamber

How could I care about the brilliance of the star

What is separation and union? Seek the friend's pleasure

For it is a pity to wish for anything but him

Pearls will rise from the fish in offering out of longing

If Hafez's ship reaches the sea