O king of the good, mercy for the sorrow of loneliness

My heart has grown weary without you, it is time for you to return

The flowers of this garden do not remain fresh forever

Take care of the weak in times of strength

Last night, I was complaining about her hair to the wind

She said, 'You are mistaken, give up this foolish thought'

A hundred morning breezes dance here with the chains

This is the companion, O heart, until you do not traverse the wind

Longing and separation from you have made me so

That patience is about to slip from my hands

O Lord, to whom can this point be told, that in the world

That beauty has not shown her face to anyone

Saqi, the garden flowers have no color without your face

Walk gracefully like the boxwood so that you adorn the garden

O your pain is my cure in the bed of failure

And your memory is my companion in the corner of loneliness

In the circle of fate, we are the point of submission

Grace is what you think, the decree is what you command

In the world of libertinism, there is no place for self-thought and self-opinion

In this religion, self-conceit and self-will are blasphemy

From this turquoise circle, give me a bleeding liver

So that I can solve this problem in a turquoise cup

Hafez, the night of separation has ended, the sweet scent of union has come

May your joy be blessed, O passionate lover