The dark of my eye is your resting place:
Enter, and reside there, it belongs to you.Nightingale!
Enjoy the rosiness of the Beloved's cheeks,
Your song is celebrated by all.The Beloved's tender lips cure all ills,
The Beloved's treasure-house is filled with rubies.My body may not always have you near,
But my heart is always the gateway to your resting
place.My heart would never permit a cheaper love to enter it,
The treasure-house of my heart is sealed with your
magic name.Since the world loves the Beloved,
I must Love the world.
If Heaven too is in Love,
then how can Hafiz be a sinner?Hafiz, your poetry makes Heaven shine,
your sweet words make well-earned your fame.
