O thou that , on the moon of t...

O thou that , on the moon of thy radiant face the veil of musky hair castest ,

Kindness , thou didst on the sun thy effulgent face , so that from love's fire , lovers should not consume a shade thou castest . *** With us , the water lustre of colour of thy cheek , what will it do

Now , on water , the picture of thy own sorcery , thou castest . *** From the lovely ones of the world , the ball of loveliness thou tookest . Be joyful

The world - viewing cup of Kay Khusrau , seek for Afrasiyab , down thou castest . *** In our desolate heart , the treasure of thy own love , thou placedest

On this ruined treasure , mercy's shadow thou castest *** In a different way , with the luminous candle of thy face , love every one played

Out from the midst , into trepidation , the moth , the lover thou castest . *** Though , through intoxication , ruined I am my devotion , reject not

For , in this employment , me , in the hope of reward , thou castest . *** For the sake of one glance , thy veil thou up - castest in the place - of - splendour

And into the veil , through shame , Hur and Pari thou castest . *** The sleep of the wakeful , thou boundest preventedest then from the picture of fancy ,

On the night - prowlers of the troop of sleep , a suspicion , thou castest . *** From the desire for the intoxicated narcissus eye and for the ruby lip wine - worshipping ,

Into wine , Hafiz sitting in khilvat , thou easiest . *** For the sake of capturing the heart , on his neck , the chain of thy tress ,

Like the mighty noose of Khusrau , the master of necks , thou castest . *** Nusratu - d - Din Shah Yahiya , O thou who , the enemy's land ,

Into water , with the foam of thy flashing sword , like fire , thou castest *** The Ruler , Dara of pomp , O thou , who , the sun's crown ,

From the height of mightiness , on the dust of the door - post , thou castest *** From the cup , world - viewing , wine drink for , on Jamshid's throne ,

From the face of the desired Beloved , the veil down thou castest . *** Shelter from the water lustre of thy flashing sword , by which lions ,

Thirsty with wounds thou madest and heroes into water of shame thou castest ***