I said, 'O sultan of the beautiful ones, have mercy on this stranger'

Said, 'Following the heart, the poor stranger loses his way'

I said, 'Stay a moment,' said 'Hold me excused'

How can one home-nurtured bear the grief of so many strangers

What care has one sleeping on royal ermine

If the stranger makes his bed and pillow from thorns and flint

O you in whose tresses' chain there's place for so many familiars

How well placed is that musk-black mole on that colorful strange face

The reflection of wine shows in your moon-like face's color

Like judas-tree leaves strange upon the wild-rose page

How strange appears that ant-like down around your face

Though musk-black lines are not strange in the picture gallery

I said, 'O your night-colored tress, evening of strangers'

Beware at dawn when this stranger laments

Hafez said, 'The familiar ones are in the station of bewilderment'

No wonder if the stranger sits weary and poor