O you, whose radiant face gives the moon all the splendour with which it shines in the heavens! From the well dug in your chin is drawn the fairest water from the pearls of beauty.
Burning with the desire to join you, my soul is already upon my lips: must it retrace its steps? must it fly to you? Tell me, what are your commands?
When, O great God, shall the design I cherish be fulfilled, that one day my heart may find repose beside her tresses in disarray?
Oh! my heart is breaking; tell my beloved. Alert! O my friends! do this for love of my soul, for love of yours.
No one in this world has escaped the harm wrought by your beautiful narcissus eyes! Oh! would it not be better if they never revealed their amorous languor to those who are drunk with your love?
Shall our fortune, asleep as it is, awaken because drops from your rosy cheeks have fallen upon our eyes?
Burning with the desire to join you, my soul is already upon my lips: must it retrace its steps? must it fly to you? Tell me, what are your commands?
When, O great God, shall the design I cherish be fulfilled, that one day my heart may find repose beside her tresses in disarray?
Oh! my heart is breaking; tell my beloved. Alert! O my friends! do this for love of my soul, for love of yours.
No one in this world has escaped the harm wrought by your beautiful narcissus eyes! Oh! would it not be better if they never revealed their amorous languor to those who are drunk with your love?
Shall our fortune, asleep as it is, awaken because drops from your rosy cheeks have fallen upon our eyes?
Send us by the zephyr a bouquet gathered from your blooming cheeks; perhaps then we may breathe the fragrance of the dust from the threshold of your door.
I pray for the eternity of your existence, O cupbearer at the feast of Djem, though my cup was not filled during your libations.
O Zephyr, tell the people of Yezd on my behalf: May the heads of the ungrateful serve as balls in their game of mail!
Tell them that, though we are far apart in fact, we are near through the power of the will; tell them that we are at once their panegyrist and the slave of their king.
Oh! when you pass near us, lift the hem of your robes; avoid sullying it through contact with the dust and blood in which we lie, for on this path of love the victims are many; may they all be offered up to you as a holocaust!
I pray for the eternity of your existence, O cupbearer at the feast of Djem, though my cup was not filled during your libations.
O Zephyr, tell the people of Yezd on my behalf: May the heads of the ungrateful serve as balls in their game of mail!
Tell them that, though we are far apart in fact, we are near through the power of the will; tell them that we are at once their panegyrist and the slave of their king.
Oh! when you pass near us, lift the hem of your robes; avoid sullying it through contact with the dust and blood in which we lie, for on this path of love the victims are many; may they all be offered up to you as a holocaust!
O King of kings, show us a little generosity, that we may—as the heavens do—go and kiss the dust of the threshold of Thy door.
Hear the prayer Hafiz offers and say: So be it! May Thy rose-red lips, whence sweetness flows, serve me for sustenance!
Hear the prayer Hafiz offers and say: So be it! May Thy rose-red lips, whence sweetness flows, serve me for sustenance!