O, all your forms are pleasing and all your places are pleasant

My heart is pleased with the sweet coquetry of your sugar-like lips

Your existence is delicate like the petals of a flower

Your entire being is pleasant, like the cypress tree in the garden of eternity

Your manner and coquetry are sweet, your lines and features are beautiful

Your eyes and eyebrows are beautiful, your stature and height are pleasant

My imagination is a garden filled with your images and pictures

My heart's sense of smell is pleased with the fragrance of your hair

On the path of love, where there is no escape from the flood of calamity

I have made my heart pleasant with the desire for you

What can I say about your eyes, which are a disease

My pain is made pleasant by your beautiful face

In the desert of desire, where there is danger from every side

Hafez, without a heart, goes to your service with pleasure