For the sake of a dark-skinned one

For the sake of a dark skin one, one favorable look
I will give Samarkand with Bukhara and in addition - the wealth of Baghdad!
Butler, pour me a glass! For there is no paradise among the fields
Mosalla flower beds, there is no Roknabad coast in paradise.
The mischievous tremor of the eyelashes of these "sweet deeds of craftswomen"
Steals peace from hearts like a ripe bunch of grapes.
Beauty is like a star in height. And beauty does not need love.
Perfection does not need blush, perfume and lipstick.
Like Joseph, you are captivating! At the height of your beauty
I realized that shyness and honor for her are not an obstacle.
You can curse me, you can blaspheme - I won't tire of praising you,
For in sweet lips and the bitterest word is delight.
Listen to wise advice (whatever the old poet says,
For inexperienced youth - the best reward in the world!):
Call the musicians, drink the wine! The meaning of life is not given to understand.
This secret is great - there is no need to look for an explanation.
Oh Hafiz! You said a gazelle of inspiration - strung pearls,
To scatter the Pleiades pearls in the sky with envy ...

Shams ad-Din Muhammad Hafiz Shirazi (1325 - 1389)

According to legend, the great conqueror Tamerlane (Timur), having once heard these lines, was angry and ordered to bring the poet to him. “I conquered half the world with my shining sword, I destroyed thousands of villages and regions to decorate Samarkand and Bukhara, the pearls of my kingdom, and you, insignificant, are ready to sell them for the birthmark of some Shiraz Turk woman!” The poor poet bowed to the ruler and, pointing to his rags, replied: “O Lord of the world! Look what my extravagance has brought me to! ” Timur appreciated Hafiz's wit and saved his life.