Idol, how am I to manage the pain of love’s plight,
And for how long do I cry in grief through the night?
The heart goes berserk when it is so disdained-
Unless all of your curls secure me with chains!
By your head of curls, my total distraction is such,
Where is the skill to explain each one- it’s too much!
All that I have suffered in separation so long,
Is ridiculous to recount in this simple song!
When it is time to desire sight of your bright visage,
I paint my mind with the colors of your beautiful image.
If I knew that in this way union could be granted,
I would bet my heart and faith, and forever be contented.
Keep your good distance preacher, and stop posing;
I’m not one to listen to your lies masquerading!
Hafez, there is no hope of honor from venality;
And when fate is such, how can I avoid pity?
