The bright moon reflects your ...

The bright moon reflects your radiant face

Your snowcapped cheekbones supply water of grace

My heavy heart desires an audience with your face

Come forward or must return, your command I will embrace.

Nobody for good measures girded your fields

Such trades no one in their right mind would chase.

Our dormant fate will never awake, unless

You wash its face and shout brace, brace!

Send a bouquet of your face with morning breeze

Perhaps inhaling your scent, your fields we envision & trace.

May you live fulfilled and long, O wine-bearer of this feast

Though our cup was never filled from your jug or your vase.

My heart is reckless, please, let Beloved know

Beware my friend, my soul your soul replace.

O God, when will my fate and desires hand in hand

Bring me to my Beloved hair, in one place?

Step above the ground, when you decide to pass us by

On this path lie bloody, the martyrs of human race.

Hafiz says a prayer, listen, and say amen

May your sweet wine daily pour upon my lips and my face.

O breeze tell us about the inhabitants of city of Yazd

May the heads of unworthy roll as a ball in your polo race.

Though we are far from friends, kinship is near

We praise your goodness and majestic mace.

O Majesty, may we be touched by your grace

I kiss and touch the ground that is your base.