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.