Till you grant my wish, I won'...

Till you grant my wish, I won't give up my demand

I will reach the Soul of Souls, or be buried in this land.

When I am dead and buried, open my grave and see

Smoke rising from my corps, by my inner fire fanned.

Show Thy face to the people, awe-struck and radiant

Man and woman will cry out, at Thy smallest command.

I am tired of this life, jealousy eats away my heart

Without a kiss from your lips, I end my worldly errand.

In search of those sweet lips, I have spent my whole life

Desires of the deprived, those lips will reprimand.

In the circles of the Lovers, his goodness they understand,

With reverence, Hafiz's name, they pass from hand to hand.