The dust of my body is the vei...

The dust of my body is the veil of the true Beloved's face

O happy that moment when from off this face , the veil I cast *** Not fit for a sweet singer like me , is the cage of the world like this

To Rizvan's rose - bed , I go for the bird of that sward am I . *** Manifest , it is not wherefore , I have come into this world where , I had been

Regret and sorrow that , of my own work , careless I am . *** In the expanse of the holy world , my circuit how may I make

When , in the mixed abode this dusty world plank - bound confined to a dusty body , I am . *** I whose dwelling and abode is the spectacle - place of the Hur ,

In the street of tavern - haunters , why is my native land *** If , from my heart's blood , the perfume of musk issue ,

Have no wonder for fellow - sufferer with the musk - pod of Khutan the musk - deer I am . *** Outwardly regard not the embroidery of my gold - thread tunic resplendent like the candle , saying He is happy

For , within the tunic , hidden consumings ate . *** Come and from before him , the existence of Hafiz take up

For , with Thy existence , none heareth from me that I am living ***