This abode is a place of presence and a safe flower garden,

Enter through this door with joy, pleasure, and merriment.

O stately palace, from what earth are you made? That is terraced,

In the branches of your flower garden is the shadow of the Homa bird.

Every morning, in the air of your doorway, he performs the morning prayer,

Jamshid (with) the throne of the sky (and) with the world-revealing cup.

Your auspicious new flower gives life to the meadow,

The curl of your violet (hair) unties the knots for the morning breeze.

The sun, in desire for you, dances like a mote of dust,

Jamshid, in your sanctuary, (stands) like a servant.

Hafez, reside at his court and live in pleasure,

For in paradise, there is no place better than this corner.