The blood-saturated ruby is my beloved's thirsty lip

And for seeing it, giving up life is my task

Shame on those black eyes and long lashes

Whoever saw their heart-stealing and denies mine

Cameleer, don't take the caravan to the gate for that street's end

Is a highway that is my beloved's dwelling place

I'm the slave of my fortune that in this famine of fidelity

Love of that intoxicated gypsy is my buyer

The rose's perfume box and their ambergris-scattering tress

Is a grace of one whiff from my perfumer's sweet scent

Gardener, don't drive me like the breeze from your door

For your rose garden's water is from my pomegranate-like tears

Sugar syrup and rosewater prescribed from my beloved's lip

Their narcissus eye which is my sick heart's physician

The one who taught Hafez subtleties in ghazal's style

Is my sweet-speaking, rare-discoursing beloved