I've tried my luck in this city,
I'll hide no more in the abyss.I sigh with regrets and gnaw at my knuckles,
I forget my shattered body like it was a fallen rose.While the rose made beautiful the garden,
The Nightingale sang this about it:"Don't be concerned if she is mad or angered,
She is truly sad from her own misfortune.Do you expect the world go to easy on you?
Forget your complaining, be true to your oaths!"My heart aches at being apart from Allah,
I will burn up all my good fortune.Hafiz! If everyone were to enjoy success,
Then Kings would never leave their thrones!
