To our friend, in beauty of disposition and of fidelity, one reacheth not In this matter, to thee, denial of our work reacheth not.
Although, into splendor, have come beauty-boasters, To our beloved in beauty and grace, one reacheth not.
By the right of ancient society that any mystery confidant To our friend, of one way, thank-offering, reacheth not.
From the Creator’s reed, issue a thousand pictures: and one To the approval of the picture of our idol reacheth not.
To the market of created beings, they bring a thousand coins: To the die of our master of assay, one reaeheth not.
Alas! the Kafila of life passed in such a way, That, to the air of our country, its dust reacheth not.
O heart! grieve not of the reproach of the envious; and be firm For, to our hopeful heart, evil reacheth not.
So live that if thou become the dust of the path, to someone, From our way a particle of dust of the heart reach not.
Hafez consumed; and I fear that the explanation of his tale To the ear of the powerful King reacheth not.
