The minstrel of love

The minstrel of love has a wonderful tune and melody

The image of every note he plays has a way to a place

May the world never be empty of the lament of lovers

For it has a pleasant and joyous air

Our old pain-bearer, though he has no gold or power

He has a gracious and forgiving God

Respect the door of my heart, for this sugar-loving fly

Since he became your admirer, he has the glory of a phoenix

It would not be far from justice if he asks about his condition

A king who has a beggar as a neighbor

I showed my bloody tears to the doctors, they said

It is the pain of love and it has a liver-burning remedy

Learn tyranny from the glance, for in the religion of love

Every deed has a reward and every action has a consequence

That idol said elegantly, that wine-loving boy

Drink the joy of someone’s face who has purity

Khusrav, Hafez, the courtier, recited the Fatiha

And from your tongue, he has the desire of a prayer