Ghazal 055 from Divan of Hafez

The curve of your tresses is a snare for both faith and disbelief,
A mere glimpse of your beauty is proof of this.

Your beauty is a miracle of loveliness, but
The tale of your glances is a clear enchantment.

Who can bear the life from your coquettish eyes?
They are always on the lookout with their bow.

A hundred blessings on those black eyes
Which are so magical in slaying lovers.

What a science is the science of love's celestial sphere
Where the eighth heaven is the seventh earth.

Do you think the slanderer has gone and taken your life?
His reckoning is with the noble scribes.

Hafez, do not feel safe from the snare of her tresses,
For she has stolen hearts and is now in the bonds of religion.