With a single hair of its, a thousand hearts, the tress bound, The path of a thousand remedies bound.
So that all may give their soul to the perfume of the great breeze, He opened the musk-pod; and, the door of desire bound.
Distraught, I became on that account that, my Beloved, like the new moon His eye-brow, displayed; gracefully moved; and His face bound.
The Saki poured, into the cup, the wine of many colors: These pictures, behold how beautifully in the wine-vessel, he bound.
O Lord! What glance of sorcery made the long-necked goglet, that the blood of the jar, Notwithstanding the sweet sounds of its guggling, its throat bound.
In the circle of sama’, what note played the minstrel that On the people of joy and understanding, the door of lowly matters he bound?
Hafez! Who practiced not love; and union desired Without ablution, the Ihram of the Tawf of the Ka’ba, bound.
