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. They stole patience from the heart, like the Turks looting the feast. What need has a beautiful face for water, color, mole, and line? For love drags Zulaikha out from the veil of chastity. Give, O Cupbearer, the remaining wine, for in Paradise you will not find Lament, for these mischievous, sweet-acting, city-disturbing gypsies. My beloved's beauty is independent of our incomplete love. I knew from that beauty increasing daily, which Joseph possessed. 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.