May no one be afflicted with the pain of separation like me, the weary one,

For my entire life has passed in the calamity of separation.

A stranger, a lover, and heartbroken, a stranger and wandering,

Having endured the hardship of time and the scars of separation.

If separation falls into my hands, I will kill it,

And with tears from my eyes, I will repay the blood price of separation.

Where should I go? What should I do? To whom should I tell the state of my heart?

So that someone takes my justice and gives the punishment of separation.

From the pain of separation, I have no moment of respite,

For God's sake, take justice and give the punishment of separation.

I will make separation afflicted with your separation,

So that I make blood drip from the eyes of separation.

Where am I from, and where is separation from, and where is sorrow from?

Unless my mother bore me for the sake of separation.

With the scar of your love, Hafez, like a nightingale at dawn,

Sings the blood-scattering melody of separation day and night.