A caravan from China comes; For miles it sweetens all the air With fragrant silks and dreaming gums, Attar and myrrh — A caravan from China comes.
O merchant, tell me what you bring, With music sweet of camel bells; How long have you been travelling With these sweet smells? O merchant, tell me what you bring.
A lovely lady is my freight, A lock escaped of her long hair, — That is this perfume delicate That fills the air — A lovely lady is my freight.
Her face is from another land, I think she is no mortal maid, — Her beauty, like some ghostly hand, Makes me afraid; Her face is from another land.
The little moon my cargo is, About her neck the Pleiades Clasp hands and sing; Hafiz, 't is this Perfumes the breeze — The little moon my cargo is.