From now on, that tall spruce ...

From now on, that tall spruce has my command

Whose graceful stature uprooted me from the land.

I wish not for song and wine, unveil your face

Cause your beauty my passion's fire has fanned.

No face can be the mirror of bridal chamber of Fate

Except one upon which stallion hooves stand.

I spoke of my secrets, said just be with your sorrows

My patience has run out, do you hear what I demand?

O hunter, leave my deer and let it live

Be ashamed of its eyes, with that rope in your hand.

My earthly life is feeble, weak, impotent

How can I kiss those lips, majestic, grand?

Hafiz, let your heart be tied by a hair strand

Madmen better remain in chain and band.