Şirazlı Güzel Gazeli

If that Turk of Shiraz would hold our heart in his hand, I would bestow Samarkand and Bukhara for his Hindu mole. Give, O Cupbearer, the remaining wine, for in Paradise you will not find the bank of the Ruknabad stream and the rose-garden of Mosalla. Alas, these mischievous, sweet-acting, city-disturbing gypsies stole patience from the heart, just as the Turks loot a feast. The beloved's beauty is independent of our incomplete love; what need has a beautiful face for water, color, mole, and line? I knew from that ever-increasing beauty which Joseph possessed, that love drags Zulaikha out from the veil of chastity. If you curse me or damn me, I answer only with a blessing; a bitter reply befits only those ruby, sugar-chewing lips. Listen, O soul, for fortunate youths hold the wise elder's counsel dearer than life itself. Speak of the minstrel and the wine, and seek less for the secret of time, for no one has untied, nor will they untie, the wisdom of this riddle. You recited the ghazal and pierced the pearls; come and read it happily, Hafez, for the heavens scatter the necklace of the Pleiades upon your poetry.