Poem #104

May your beauty be the sun that lights the view, May goodness grace your face in all you do.

Brighter than fair, may you forever shine, A radiant vision, lovely and divine.

May the royal Huma of your long dark hair, Keep kings beneath its shadow, safe and fair.

Like falcons' wings, may your tress command, The hearts of monarchs in every land.

Whoever is not bound by your dark curls, Like tangled hair, let him be tossed and whirled.

Confused and lost, may he forever be, Who finds no peace in your captivity.

The heart that does not love your lovely face, May it be drowned in sorrow and disgrace.

In blood of grief, may it forever sink, And from the cup of anguish always drink.

O Idol, when your glances arrows send, May my poor heart be shield and faithful friend.

Wounded, I stand before your archer's eye, Content to suffer, and content to die.

When your sweet ruby grants a lover's kiss, May my soul taste the sugar of that bliss.

Let every sense be filled with sweet delight, As honeyed moments turn to endless light.

Each moment brings a fresh love from your soul, A new enchantment making spirits whole.

May every hour a different grace reveal, And new-found beauty set its sacred seal.

Hafez longs for your face with every breath, A love that triumphs over life and death.

Among the longing ones, may you cast your eye, And grant a glance before we fade and die.