Yonder swart-skinned fair, all sweetness That the world can show with her is;
Laughing lip and eye wine-coloured, Head with mirth aglow, with her is.

If the sweet-lipped ones be princes, She the Solomon of all is,
Ruler of the time, by reason That the signet lo! with her is.

See the musky mole that nestleth On her wheat-hued cheek! The secret
Of that grain of wheat, which Adam Did of old o'erthrow, with her is.

My heart-ravisher departure Meditateth: help, o comrades!
With my wounded heart what do I? For the salve, heigho! with her is.

My heart-ravisher departure Meditateth: help, o comrades!
With my wounded heart what do I? For the salve, heigho! with her is.

Fair of face, of skirt unsullied And in worth she is accomplished;
Hence th' approof of both worlds' pure ones, There and here below, with her is.

This enigma of whom other Can one speak, " Yon stone-heart slayeth
" Us, yet Jesus son of Mary's Healing breath e'enso with her is. "

Hafiz of the true-believers Is: in honour look ye hold him,
For the sympathy of many Blessed spirits, know, with him is.