Ghazal 050 from Divan of Hafez

My heart is captive to your tresses, its own undoing,
Kill me with a glance, for this is its just reward.

If you can fulfill my heart's desire,
Then be by my side, for that would be better for me.

For your sake, O sweet-lipped idol, like a candle,
My dark night's desire is my own annihilation.

When love's decree struck you, I said to you, O nightingale,
Don't make that smiling rose your own goal.

The rose's fragrance does not need musk or ambergris,
For its scent comes from its own petals.

Don't go to the house of the world's unkind masters,
For your treasure of well-being is in your own abode.

Hafez burned, and in his lovemaking,
He is still faithful to his own vows.