Thou foolish Hafiz! Say, do churls Know the worth of Oman's pearls? Give the gem which dims the moon To the noblest, or to none. Dearest, where thy shadow falls, Beauty sits and Music calls; Where thy form and favor come, All good creatures have their home. On prince or bride no diamond stone Half so gracious ever shone, As the light of enterprise Beaming from a young man's eyes.