You the dawn, I the candle of the night vigil
Smile as you watch me surrender my soul.

So deep is the stain on my heart
from you seductive hair,
that my tomb when I pass a way
will turn into a bed of violets

I opened my eye
on the threshold of hope for you,
that you would grant me just one glance
as you cast me from your vision.

How can I thank you, O crowd
of sorrows, God forgive,
that in my day of loneliness
you alone were by my side.

I am the slave of the pupil of my eye
From its black heart still
it casts a thousand tears
as I tell of the pain of love.

Our idol displays splendor
to every glance, but this gaze
I cast from every side
no one sees.

If the beloved like the breeze should pass
the grave of Hafiz, longing,
from the heart of that narrow enclosure
I will tear open the shroud.