Ask not what sorrows for love ...

Ask not what sorrows for love I endure

Ask not of parting poisons that make me impure.

I have traveled the world and in the end

Ask not what lover I willingly allure.

Longing for a vision, at her door

Ask not of the tears that I pour.

With my own ears I heard her last night

Ask not of her words, harsh yet demure.

Bite not your upper lip and speak not

Ask not what sweet lips I may secure.

In my mendicant state without you

Ask not of my pain and need for a cure.

On the path of Love, Hafiz, lost & unsure

Ask not of his standing, high and pure.