Sounds of Creation

When the Creator of the eternal forces created the features of the universe,
He put your face on the tablets, forever imperishable,

And who, besides Him, could create your graceful camp,
He sharpened, like a hair, His inspired calamus.

And create grain of your moles on a scarlet face
Only amber with musk is given on a lush, foamy rose.

And so that every curl of your curls is visible,
It took a scallop for their confused shock.

Your honeyed mouth torments all souls with thirst, -
In them your whole soul is poured, in them is your secret gift.

My tongue has dried out of thirst - unable to utter a word, -
Oh, where is your mouth - a spring of priceless living water?

And no one wants to look at a wine goblet, -
The languid look of your eyes grants instant hops.

O cupbearer, begin your feast to the sound of songs, -
Let the calls be chang and nai, and the song - heartfelt!

Hafiz, and this verse is cast - for the glory of lips-rubies, -
Flows, murmuring, your verse is ineffable with living water.

Hafiz Khorezmi