O you whose beautiful face in the garden is like a self-grown flower,

The wavy folds of your hair are like the fragrant musk pod of China.

Is your face the moon or the day? Is your writing (downy hair) musk or the night?

Is your chest silver or ivory? Is your heart stone or (just) a face?

Your ruby-like lips have defeated the pistachio's lip (outer shell) in beauty,

Your tress, with its curve like a polo stick, has stolen my heart like a ball.

Is that the fragrance of your tress or the trembling of amber?

Or is she (the beloved) rubbing ghaliya (a fragrant mixture) in her garden of beauty?

You said one should tell their words to the beloved,

If only I could say a word to her.

Your slanderer is the one who prevents you from (reaching) the beloved,

If the beloved is good, do not listen to the words of the slanderer.

Be with us in this way so that the secret does not become revealed,

It would not be bad if you are kind to those who are heartbroken.

The master of speech is Saadi before everyone, but

Hafez's speech has the style of Khwaju's speech.