Ode LXIX

My heart desires the face so fair--Of Farrukh;[39]

It is perturbed as is the hair

Of Farrukh.

No creature but that lock, that Hindú swart,

Enjoyment from the cheek has sought

Of Farrukh.

A blackamoor by Fortune blest is he,

Placed at the side, and near the knee

Of Farrukh.

Shy as the aspen is the cypress seen,

Awed by the captivating mien

Of Farrukh.

Sákí, bring syrtis-tinted wine to tell

Of those narcissi, potent spell

Of Farrukh.

Bent as the archer's bow my frame is now,

From woes continuous as the brow

Of Farrukh.

E'en Tartar gales which musky odors whirl,

Faint at the amber-breathing curl

Of Farrukh.

If leans the human heart to any place,

Mine has a yearning to the grace

Of Farrukh.

That lofty soul

Shall have my service true,

That serves, as Háfiz,

The Hindú--[40]

Of Farrukh.