O heart, how much longer will you shed blood from your eyes? Have some shame at last!

You too, O eye, have some sleep and fulfill the heart's desire at last!

It is I, O Lord, who plucks kisses from the beloved's forearm,

You saw how the morning prayer finally worked.

The provider of sustenance granted me the desires of this world and the hereafter,

First, the promise of battle in my ear, and finally, the beloved's tress in my hand.

How long will you snatch a sheaf from the harvest of the ignoble like the wind?

Gather provisions through your own efforts and sow your own seed at last.

I know that the painting gallery of China will not surpass you, but

With the tip of your color-mixing pen, draw a picture at last.

O heart, in the realm of night awakening, if you do not flee from sorrow,

The breath of your dawn will bring tidings from that land at last.

A moon-like beauty knelt and offered wine like a ruby,

You say, 'I have repented,' O Hafez, have some shame before the cupbearer at last!