غزل شمارهٔ 104

The sun of every vision, Thy beauty be More beautiful than the beauty, Thy beautiful face be.

Of the Homa of Thy tress, the falcon of long-wing feather, Beneath the wing, the heart of the kings of the world be!

To Thy tress, that one who is not attracted: Like Thy tress, tossed and confused be.

Of Thy face, that heart that is not the lover, In liver-blood, ever drowned be.

O idol! When Thy glance casteth the arrow Before it, my wounded heart, the shield be.

When Thy sugary ruby giveth the kiss From it, the taste of my life, full of sugar be.

Momently mine, is a great fresh love for Thee: Hourly, Thine another great beauty be!

With soul, Hafez is desirous of Thy face. On the state of desirous ones, Thy glance be.