O wind, from the road where the Beloved has walked, bring me
A scent of His sweet perfume.

And take this grief from my heart. Replace it with news
Of where He last spent the night.

Tell me something He has said, or from the world of mysteries
Bring me a letter written with love.

O breeze, for this blind man, bring dust
Where His feet have trod, as liniment for these eyes!

O Hafiz, don't be foolish;
Your Lover is not going to pass this way.

Get out of the road. You're blocking traffic and
Causing confusion with all this talk about perfume!

O breeze, I beg you, bring me something I can worship,
Even it be only a speck of dust.

This separation has made me thirsty.
Winebringer, more wine! And bring that cup of mirrors too.

O birds of the woods, be thankful that you are free and so full of joy.
For those captured in cages only sing of grief.

There's a limit to my patience, and I can feel
The bitterness filling up my heart.

O candyman, bring me some sugar from the Beloved's lip;
My love-disease is tired of so much salt !

-Hafiz ❤❤❤