I say "I'm Love-sick," the Beloved says "it will pass."
"Will you be my guiding star" I ask; the Beloved says "Don't count on me.""Aren't true lovers," I asked, "meant to be loyal and caring?!"
"Those kinds of things," the Beloved says, "are rare in real beauty.""Then I'll close my eyes and not see you," I say.
"The thief of night," the Beloved says, "will find a way in.""The scent of your hair," I say, "drives me mad."
"Be wise" the Beloved said, "this is only a guide."I said, "the morning wind will send fresh air."
The Beloved said, "Its from the house of the Friend."I said, "Will you give me no words of relief?"
The Beloved said, "I only attend to servants.""Your loving heart," said I, "will it make it up to me?"
The Beloved said, "Keep waiting, and keep quiet."I said, "Sweet days pass quickly."
The Beloved said, "Hafiz, and worries too, will soon cease to be."
