It would be kind if you do not hide your face from the beggars

So that our eyes may see your face to their heart's content

Like Harut, we are constantly in the torment of love

If only our eyes had never seen your face

When did you become Harut, trapped in the well of her chin

If you had not spoken a word of her beauty to us

The scent of roses arose, as if your face was in the meadows

The nightingales are intoxicated, as if they have seen your face like us

Until when will it endure the bitterness of your separation, O beloved

Show your face so that our Hafez may see it