To Hadschi Kiwameddin (II)

Tell me why should you so cruelly
Forget him who gives you love,
Since forgetfulness must surely
Come some day to all who love?

You have seen your own rich beauty
Doubled by wine’s fervent glow;
Wherefore then should I know duty
When the founts of fancy flow?

Hafiz, out of these pearl tears pure,
With which now your cheek is wet,
You can make perchance a lure,
Catch the Love-bird in the net.

See the Heaven’s great green ocean,
And the moon-boat’s silver sheen!
They are lost in the greater ocean
Of your grace, Kiwameddin.