Since in the world of beauty today you are successful,

Perhaps you will grant a wish from your lips to the lovers.

How long will you display coquetry and flirtation with the heartbroken lovers?

How long will there be cruelty and humiliation towards the poor heartbroken ones?

How long (will I suffer) like your eye, despite its weakness,

How long (will I be) like your tress, in twists and restlessness?

The pain that I have from you, the injustice that I see from you,

If you knew a bit of it, I know you would show mercy.

The requisites of love require much substance,

Hearts like fire, eyes like flowing rivers.

I had remained in separation, then the morning breeze brought

The scent of hope from the garden of your union.

Although I will be resurrected in the hereafter by the scent of your union,

I will not raise my head from the dust out of shame.

If I drink a sip from the wine of your union,

For as long as I live, I will not practice the custom of sobriety.

We are servants and helpless, you are the ruler and powerful,

Whether you drag me by force or you drag me by supplication.

Finally, have mercy on the miserable state of Hafez,

How long (will there be) hopelessness? How long (will there be) humility?