You're still a bud, yet hundreds of nightingales surround you.
What's so strange about me coming to your place?
Thousands of strangers swarm here just like me.
In love, there's no difference between Sufi assembly hall and tavern of ruin.
Wherever you are, you're already facing love.
Wherever a monastery's work is exalted,
The monk's bells and the cross's fame already exist.
Has a lover ever lived at whom the beloved didn't stare?
You don't feel love's pain; otherwise, medicine exists.
In the end, all of Hafez' howling wasn't wasted;
Now a strange story is added to an intriguing tale.