Ghazal 134

بلبلی خون دلی خورد و گلی حاصل کرد
باد غیرت به صدش خار، پریشان‌دل کرد

طوطیی را به خیال شکری، دل‌خوش بود
ناگهش سیل فنا نقش امل، باطل کرد

قرة العین من، آن میوهٔ دل، یادش باد
که چه آسان بشد و کار مرا مشکل کرد

ساروان! بار من افتاد، خدا را مددی
که امید کرمم همره این محمل کرد

روی خاکی و نم چشم مرا خوار مدار
چرخ فیروزه طرب‌خانه از این کهگل کرد

آه و فریاد که از چشم حسود مه چرخ
در لحد ماه کمان‌ابروی من منزل کرد

نزدی شاه‌رخ و فوت شد امکان حافظ
چه کنم؟ بازی ایام مرا غافل کرد

A nightingale drank its heart's blood and won a rose;
the wind of jealousy scattered its heart with a hundred thorns.

A parrot was happy in the fancy of some sugar;
suddenly the flood of extinction wiped out the picture of its hope.

The light of my eyes, that fruit of my heart, may he be remembered,
who went so easily himself and made my lot so hard.

Camel driver, my load has fallen; help, for God's sake,
for it was hope of kindness that made me travel with this litter.

Do not despise my dusty face and the wet of my eyes;
the turquoise wheel has built its house of joy from this straw and clay.

Alas and alas that, from the envious eye of the moon in the sky,
my moon with the bow-shaped eyebrow has made his dwelling in the grave.

You did not castle, Hafez, and the chance has gone;
what can I do? The play of time made me heedless.