Last night we told tales of your hair,
Until dawn the secrets of your curls unfolded.My heart bleeds from the sting of your whip,
yet its unwilling to move away from the curve of your brow.Allah bless the warm wind!
It brought a message from the Beloved.
But I've never figured out how to send a reply.Many people have not felt the passion of the Beloved,
Though they have the Beloved's killing gaze look them in the eyes.Once I was so sure, but now I'm lost.
The dark hair of the Beloved was a trap in the road of my life.Cast off your clothing and resurrect my soul,
You are the prize in the Game of Life!Be loyal and visit Hafiz's tomb,
For it was thoughts of you that killed him.
