The beauty of your face, my Beloved,
strikes my heart like a piercing arrow.Before creation existed, there was Love.
Love is the greatest work of the Divine.Narcissus found love only by happenstance,
and Helen's eyes caused wars by a mere gaze.But when I wandered last night
through the garden,
The budding flowers reminded me of your lips.The wind-blown violets, fresh and joyous
brought my memory back to the beauty of your curls.Now I wash my cloak in clear wine,
no man can escape what is Written.Hafiz: endure love, and you'll succeed,
if you admit that this is what is Written.The whole world now turns to the desire of my heart,
because I have become sincere
in my devotion to the Beloved.
