In my bosom's pleasance-chamber Hid an idol fair I hold,
For whose cheek and tress the horse-shoe On the fire of care I hold.
Lover, winebibber and rakehell; From that Houri, Peri-faced,
All these titles of distinction, Loudly I declare, I hold.
What an if this wise thou hold me Helpless, lacking ease and power?
Still thy tresses all dishevelled With the dawn-tide prayer I hold;
And if in the toper's dwelling It should please thee set thy foot,
Sugared verse and wine unmingled At thy service there I hold.
If the Loved One's down so tender Thus to me display itself,
This my cheek with bloody water Painted will (I swear) I hold.
Bring the arrows of thy glances And the mail-coat of the tress;
For contention with my wounded Stricken heart fore'er I hold.
Hafiz, since the grief and gladness Of the world alike depart,
Better 'tis my heart that tranquil, Quit of joy and care, I hold.
For whose cheek and tress the horse-shoe On the fire of care I hold.
Lover, winebibber and rakehell; From that Houri, Peri-faced,
All these titles of distinction, Loudly I declare, I hold.
What an if this wise thou hold me Helpless, lacking ease and power?
Still thy tresses all dishevelled With the dawn-tide prayer I hold;
And if in the toper's dwelling It should please thee set thy foot,
Sugared verse and wine unmingled At thy service there I hold.
If the Loved One's down so tender Thus to me display itself,
This my cheek with bloody water Painted will (I swear) I hold.
Bring the arrows of thy glances And the mail-coat of the tress;
For contention with my wounded Stricken heart fore'er I hold.
Hafiz, since the grief and gladness Of the world alike depart,
Better 'tis my heart that tranquil, Quit of joy and care, I hold.