Last night, pansy addressed fl...

Last night, pansy addressed flowers and itself displayed

My swinging in this world, so and so's hair would braid.

My heart was a treasure chest of secrets, the hands of fate

Closed and locked and its key, to my Beloved bade.

Physician sent the broken me to my Beloved and said

My panacea and cure, only by Your hands are made.

May he be healthy, and happy, and in bliss

That his healing hands upon the needy laid.

Take your own advice, O incessant counselor

Sweet lover and wine, whosoever forbade?

Passed by poor me, and towards my rivals strayed

Said, "my poor Hafiz has given his life, I am afraid."