O morning breeze, kindly tell that graceful gazelle

That you have made us wander in mountains and deserts

The sugar-seller, may their life be long, why

Do they not inquire after the sugar-eating parrot

Perhaps the pride of your beauty did not permit, O flower

That you inquire after the love-sick nightingale

With good nature and kindness one can capture the wise

The knowing bird cannot be caught with trap and snare

I know not why there is no sign of familiarity

In those moon-faced, black-eyed ones of cypress stature

When you sit with the beloved and measure out wine

Remember the lovers who drink the wind

No fault can be found in your beauty except this

That a beautiful face lacks the way of love and faithfulness

In heaven it's no wonder if, as Hafez says

Venus's song brings Christ to dance