From whose house this joyous light brightens my heart?
    Whose lover has sent my soul this cupid's burning dart?

    This state wrecks my house and my faith
    Whose bosom enfolds her & whose fingers her hair part?

    The nectar of her lips always remains upon my lips
    Whose soul will comfort & for whom pour a wine quart?

    That candle who radiates riches and joy
    Ask God, whose moth flight tonight shall thwart?

    Mesmerizes everyone, while none can know
    To whose tale her gentle heart will wake and smart?

    O God, that supremely gentle and graceful face
    Whose rare jewel is tonight and whose irreplaceable art?

    I sighed, O Hafiz, that I'm crazy when apart
    Smilingly you said who is the mad one from the start?