Sweet heart I think of the all the time
Your perfumed curls refresh my lonely soul
Witness my love your beauty and your mole
Clamining indifference to your love is a crime
The apple of your chin ecpresses a fact sublime
Thousand of lover fall deep in this hole
Bad luke and short arms deprive me of my goal
So I couldn't reach her long tresses in time
Tell the gate keepers of your in timate heart
To admit this lover who is sincere and true
Hafiz knocks rarely and will not depart
Answer him once a year that will do
My heart cherishes your love and cunning art
Though I may often lose sight of you.