Ghazal 137

دل از من برد و روی از من نهان کرد
خدا را با که این بازی توان کرد

شب تنهاییم در قصد جان بود
خیالش لطف‌های بی‌کران کرد

چرا چون لاله خونین دل نباشم؟
که با ما نرگس او سر گران کرد

که را گویم که با این درد جان‌سوز
طبیبم قصد جان ناتوان کرد؟

بدانسان سوخت چون شمعم که بر من
صراحی گریه و بربط فغان کرد

صبا گر چاره داری وقت وقت است
که درد اشتیاقم قصد جان کرد

میان مهربانان کی توان گفت؟
که یار ما چنین گفت و چنان کرد

عدو با جان حافظ آن نکردی
که تیر چشم آن ابروکمان کرد

She took my heart from me and hid her face from me;
for God's sake, with whom can such a game be played?

The night of my loneliness was set on taking my life;
her image showed me boundless kindnesses.

Why should I not be bloody-hearted like the tulip,
when her narcissus eye has been cold with us?

To whom shall I say that, with this soul-burning pain,
my physician has made an attempt on my helpless life?

She burned me like a candle in such a way that for me
the flask wept and the lute cried out.

Morning breeze, if you have a remedy, now is the time,
for the pain of longing has aimed at my life.

How can it be said among those who are kind
that our friend said this and did that?

An enemy would not do to the life of Hafez
what the arrow of that bow-browed one's eye has done.