The nightingale held a rose in its beak,
Sighs mingled with its beautiful song."you have a rose", I said, "so why are you sighing?"
It said: "Because Romance has teased me into this
state"Its no surprise she does not sit with me,
She has so many who seek her, what interest one more?Her teasing won't buy my attention,
Blessed is he whose cup Love will fill.The painter makes works of wondrous beauty,
With his masterful pen and compass.If you serve Love, then you must fear no shame.
The wise priest sold his robes to pay for the tavern.The bubbling streams of the garden of paradise
Are the tears of Hafiz at the house of the Beloved.
