My affairs are not being put in order by the turning of the wheel of fortune,

My heart has become blood from pain, and there is no access to a cure.

I am equal to the dust of the road due to humiliation,

The water of my face (my honor) is flowing away, and bread (sustenance) does not reach me.

I do not seek a morsel from any bone (I do not beg from anyone),

Until a hundred thousand wounds reach my teeth (until I am completely desperate).

I am weary of my own life, by the heads of the righteous, but,

What can the helpless one do when no decree (from fate) arrives?

If my heart has become a storehouse of sorrow, it is from longing,

Alas, my desires are not easily attained.

Jacob's two eyes became white from longing (for Joseph),

And no news from Egypt reaches Canaan.

Through the pomp of the ignorant, they have reached Saturn (high status),

Only the sighs of the virtuous reach Saturn.

Because of the tyranny of time, the virtuous,

This sorrow is enough that their hand does not reach their soul (they are helpless).

Hafez, be patient, for in the path of love,

Whoever does not give their life does not reach the beloved.