You who are like a crown on the country's beauties' head

It's fitting if all beloveds pay you tribute

Your two flirting eyes have mixed up China and Ethiopia

To your tress's curl Machin and India have paid tax

The whiteness of your face bright like day's cheek's complexion

The blackness of your black tress is intense darkness

Your honey mouth has given currency to Khidr's water

Your sugar-like lip took currency from Egypt's candy

From this illness in truth I won't find cure

For from you O soul heart's pain doesn't reach cure

Why do you break my soul from stone-heartedness

The weak heart that is in delicacy like glass

Your lip is Khidr and your mouth is life's water

Your stature cypress and waist hair-thin and breast ivory-formed

Fell in Hafez's heart desire for a king like you

Would that he were least dust particle at your door