Welcome, bearer of glad tidings! Welcome bird of happy trace!
Glad thy coming! Where's the Loved One? Which the way unto her place?

Heaven's blessing guide her travel, So the enemy the snare
And the Loved One find her wishes, By the Fore-eternal grace!

There's no bound to my complaining Of my suff'rance from the Friend;
If a thing beginning lacketh, There's no ending to the case.

Go, admonisher! The patchcoat Is for us unlawful grown,
Since the charmer's tress the girdle Bade us on our body lace.

Thou my spirit's bird, that warbled From the Sidreh-top whilere,
With thy mole to bait, inveigled Hast into this world-lure base.

Over-prideful is the cypress: Walk and put her shape to shame!
Over-arrogant the rose is: Come, confound her with thy face!

Unto this mine eye blood-raining, Marry, how should sleep befit?
From his eyes, whom suff'rance slayeth, Pain and anguish slumber chase.

“Ruth on me heart-lorn thou tak'st not,” Said I; “This is my complaint:
“Time will come when thou'lt repent thee; And the days draw on apace.”

Meet it is if inclination To thine eyebrows Hafiz have:
In the corner of the prayer-niche Make the eloquent their place.