At dawn the nightingale told the breeze

سحر بلبل حکایت با صبا کرد

At dawn the nightingale told its tale to the east wind:

که عشق روی گل با ما چه‌ها کرد

"See what love for the rose's face has done to us!"

از آن رنگ رخم خون در دل افتاد

"Because of the colour of that face, blood fell into my heart,

وز آن گلشن به خارم مبتلا کرد

and from that rose garden I was afflicted with thorns."

غلام همت آن نازنینم

I am the slave of the aspiration of that dear one

که کار خیر بی روی و ریا کرد

who did good without show or hypocrisy.

من از بیگانگان دیگر ننالم

I will no longer complain of strangers,

که با من هر چه کرد آن آشنا کرد

for whatever was done to me, that familiar one did.

گر از سلطان طمع کردم خطا بود

If I hoped for something from the sultan, it was a mistake;

ور از دلبر وفا جستم جفا کرد

and if I sought faithfulness from the heart-stealer, she was cruel.

خوشش باد آن نسیم صبحگاهی

May that morning breeze be happy,

که درد شب نشینان را دوا کرد

which brought a cure to the pain of those who sit up through the night.

نقاب گل کشید و زلف سنبل

It drew back the veil of the rose and the curl of the hyacinth,

گره بند قبای غنچه وا کرد

and loosened the knot on the bud's tunic.

به هر سو بلبل عاشق در افغان

On every side the lover nightingale is lamenting,

تنعم از میان باد صبا کرد

and in their midst the east wind has taken its delight.

بشارت بر به کوی می فروشان

Take the good news to the lane of the wine-sellers:

که حافظ توبه از زهد ریا کرد

Hafez has repented of hypocritical piety.