The morning breeze brings joy to the soul with the arrival of the flower again,

Where is the sweet-singing nightingale? Tell it to begin its song!

How many rings have I knocked on the door of the heart out of burning passion,

Longing for the day of union with you in the long nights.

O heart! Do not lament from separation, for in the world,

There is sorrow and joy, thorn and rose, ups and downs.

I have asked fate for a night of union that leads to dawn,

So that I may begin to explain my destiny with you.

I will not go to any other door after this than the presence of the friend,

Now that I have found the Kaaba, I return from idol worship.

The disarray of my heart has become evident from your tress,

It is not strange that it reveals secrets if it is from musk (which has a strong scent).

A thousand eyes are gazing upon your face, and you yourself

Do not look at anyone's face out of coyness.

I held hope for your stature from high fortune,

I desired the breeze of your tress for a long life.

The dust of our hearts will blind the enemy's eye,

You are not putting your face to the dust, O Hafez, and perform prayer.