If the bird of Heaven enters my door,
It would bring back many sweet memories.I hope that the heavy rain of my tears
Will bring the thunder of past riches back to me.I follow the Beloved, I swear to you my friends,
That my corpse will not return.I will throw my precious soul at the Beloved's feet.
What else can one do when confronted by beauty?I beat the drum of joy with passion,
The wandering moon has come around again, I will meet the Beloved.If the Beloved is not bothered by the lute,
The Beloved will continue to answer my prayers.Hafiz expects that the shining moon of the Beloved
Will once more visit and brighten this gloomy place.
