Your beautiful face, my beloved, is beautifully arranged,

As if the design of your lips is made from sweet life itself.

For the arrival of your troops and your image, people

Have established rituals of colored tears in the land of their eyes.

The task of your tresses is to scatter musk, and the onlookers

Have falsely attributed this to the musk pod of China.

O Lord, is that a face with a hatband around it,

Or have they fastened the Pleiades around the shining moon?

Those who depict the green line (of downy hair) and your cheek have erred,

They have placed a canopy of moist ambergris around the white rose.

All the tales that have been told

About Farhad and Shirin were descriptions of my love and the beauty of your face.

Hafez, speak purely of the truth, that is, the secret of love:

If you say anything other than this, it is mere conjecture and fancy.