I told my sorrow to the physicians

چندان که گفتم غم با طبیبان

For all that I told my sorrow to the physicians,

درمان نکردند مسکین غریبان

they found no cure for the poor strangers.

آن گل که هر دم در دست بادیست

That rose which is every moment in the hand of some wind,

گو شرم بادش از عندلیبان

tell her she should feel shame before the nightingales.

یا رب امان ده تا بازبیند

O Lord, grant us time, so that once more

چشم محبان روی حبیبان

the eyes of lovers may see the faces of the beloved.

درج محبت بر مهر خود نیست

The casket of love no longer keeps its seal;

یا رب مبادا کام رقیبان

O Lord, may the rivals never have their wish.

ای منعم آخر بر خوان جودت

O generous one, at last, at the table of your bounty,

تا چند باشیم از بی نصیبان

how long must we be among those who have no share?

حافظ نگشتی شیدای گیتی

Hafez, you would not have grown mad for the world

گر می‌شنیدی پند ادیبان

if you had listened to the counsel of the learned.