O Thou , whose face , moon in ...

O Thou , whose face , moon in appearance , is the fresh spring of beauty ;

Whose mole and down are the centre of grace , and the circle of beauty *** Hidden in Thy eye full of intoxication the fascination of sorcery

Revealed on Thy restless floating tress , the calm rest of beauty . *** Not a moon shone like Thee from the mansion of goodness

Not a cypress arose like Thy stature from the stream of beauty . *** By Thy darkish beauty , joyous became the age of heart - ravishingness ;

By Thy grace , expanded became the season of beauty . *** From the snare of Thy tress , and the grain of Thy mole , in the world ,

Not a bird of the heart remaineth , not become the prey of beauty . *** Ever , with grace , from the midst of life nature's nurse ,

Thee , cherisheth with care in the bosom of beauty . *** Fresh and fresh is the dark violet hair about Thy lip , for that reason ,

That it keepeth drinking the water of life from the fountain - source of beauty . *** Hafiz severed desire when he seeth Thy equal

There is none save Thy face in the land of beauty . ***