“Kindly tell the tender deer, O morning breeze---I am wandering your desert and the wild countries---Long live the sugar merchant, but why---Is he unkind to sweet lovers, the honey-bees?---Tender rose, pride in your goodness forbids---To ask the manic nightingale of his fantasies---Only with gentle compassion can you trap the wise---The wise bird from any snare simply flees---I know not why there is no familiarity---With the tall, black eye, bright faced beauties---When in company of friends, glass of wine in hand---Remember old companions who travel upon the breeze---The only criticism that I can have of you---For kindness, the beauties charge extortionate fees---No wonder if in the heavens, as claims Hafiz---Venus song brings Christ to dancing sprees”
