Thy beauty and loveliness take the world, End to end, all of it, side to side;
The sun of the sky at the lovesome cheek Of the moon of the earth is stupefied

The contemplation of those thy charms The daily practice of angels is;
And on thy beauty to gaze intent, The whole Creation is open-eyed.

The sun in its own fourth heav'n above A borrower is of light from thee
And like to the nethermost earth, the load Of obligation must needs abide.

The soul, that is not her sacrifice, Must needs eternally dead remain;
The body, that's not her bounden slave, Deserves to be cut and scarified.

Nay, how should it be to thee vouchsafed The dust of the track of her feet to kiss?
The tale of thy longing of all the winds, Hafiz, be wafted far and wide!