Thy loveliness the sun of every eye be!
Fairer thy face than beauty's self to spy be!

Under that falcon-feathered Huma's pinions,
Thy tress, may all kings' hearts beneath the sky be!

May he, who is not captive of thy tresses,
Like them, embroiled and tangled all awry be!

His heart, who is not of thy face enamoured,
Drowned in his liver's blood still doomed to lie be!

O idol, when thy glances scatter arrows,
Their target may my wounded heart and I be!

And when thy honeyed ruby giveth kisses,
The palate of my soul made sweet thereby be!

Each breath new love for thee in me awaketh:
New beauties thine with all the hours that hie be!

Thy sight with all his soul desireth Hafiz:
Bent on the longing lovers' case thine eye be!