O moon-like face, your appearance is the spring of beauty.

Your mole and line are the center and orbit of beauty.

In your drowsy eyes is hidden the magic of dawn.

In your restless hair, the peace of beauty is found.

No fish rose from the tower of goodness like you.

No cypress grew like your stature from the stream of beauty.

Your charm made the era of love joyful.

The times of beauty became fortunate by your delicacy.

In the world, no bird of the heart remains untrapped by the snare of your hair and the seed of your mole.

Not a single bird of the heart remains, untrapped by the hunt of beauty.

Always, with the kindness of nature's caretaker, from the depth of my soul,

I nurture you with tenderness beside beauty.

The violet around your lips is fresh and moist,

For it drinks the water of life from the stream of beauty.

Hafez, cut off your desire to see anyone like you.

There is no land except your garment in the land of beauty.