That beautiful Shirazi Turk, took control and my heart stole, br I'll give Samarkand & Bukhara, for her Hindu beauty mole. br O wine-bearer bring me wine, such wine not found in Heavens br By running brooks, in flowery fields, spend your days and stroll. br Alas, these sweet gypsy clowns, these agitators of our town br Took the patience of my heart, like looting Turks take their toll. br Such unfinished love as ours, the Beloved has no need, br For the Perfect Beauty, frills and adornments play no role. br I came to know Joseph's goodness, that daily would increase br Even the chaste Mistress succumbed to the love she would extol. br Whether profane or even cursed, I'll reply only in praise br Sweetness of tongue and the lips, even bitterness would enthrall. br Heed the advice of the wise, make your most endeared goal, br The fortunate blessed youth, listen to the old wise soul. br Tell tales of song and wine, seek not secrets of the world, br None has found and no-one will, knowledge leaves this riddle whole. br You composed poems and sang, Hafiz, you spent your days well br Venus wedded to your songs, in the firmaments' inverted bowl.