My prince, you walk so gracefully

میر من خوش می‌روی کاندر سر و پا میرمت

My prince, you walk so gracefully that I would die at your head and feet:

خوش خرامان شو که پیش قد رعنا میرمت

walk on with grace, for I would die before your lovely stature.

گفته بودی کی بمیری پیش من، تعجیل چیست؟

You had said, "When will you die before me?" Why the hurry?

خوش تقاضا می‌کنی پیش تقاضا میرمت

You ask so sweetly that I would die before you even ask.

عاشق و مخمور و مهجورم بت ساقی کجاست؟

I am a lover, hungover and cast out: where is the idol who pours the wine?

گو که بخرامد که پیش سرو بالا میرمت

Tell her to come strolling, so I may die before that tall cypress.

آن که عمری شد که تا بیمارم از سودای او

She for whom I have been sick with longing for a lifetime,

گو نگاهی کن که پیش چشم شهلا میرمت

tell her to cast one glance, so I may die before those dark-blue eyes.

گفته‌ای لعل لبم هم درد بخشد هم دوا

You have said your ruby lip gives both the pain and the cure:

گاه پیش درد و گه پیش مداوا میرمت

now before the pain, now before the cure, I would die for you.

خوش خرامان می‌روی چشم بد از روی تو دور

You walk along so gracefully, may the evil eye be far from your face!

دارم اندر سر خیال آن که در پا میرمت

In my head I hold the fancy of dying at your feet.

گرچه جای حافظ اندر خلوت وصل تو نیست

Though Hafez has no place in the privacy of your company,

ای همه جای تو خوش، پیش همه جا میرمت

O you whose every place is sweet, I would die before every place of yours.