Ghazal 211: Last night he was coming, and his cheek was aflame

دوش می‌آمد و رخساره برافروخته بود
تا کجا باز دل غمزده‌ای سوخته بود

رسم عاشق‌کشی و شیوهٔ شهرآشوبی
جامه‌ای بود که بر قامت او دوخته بود

جان عشاق سپند رخ خود می‌دانست
و آتش چهره بدین کار برافروخته بود

گر‌چه می‌گفت که زارت بکشم می‌دیدم
که نهانش نظری با من دلسوخته بود

کفر زلفش ره دین می‌زد و آن سنگین‌ دل
در پی‌اش مشعلی از چهره برافروخته بود

دل بسی خون به کف آورد ولی دیده بریخت
الله الله، که تلف کرد و که اندوخته بود؟

یار مفروش به دنیا که بسی سود نکرد
آن که یوسف به زر ناسره بفروخته بود

گفت و خوش گفت برو خرقه بسوزان حافظ
یا رب این قلب‌شناسی ز که آموخته بود؟

Last night he was coming, and his cheek was aflame;
where had he once again burnt some grief-stricken heart?

The custom of slaying lovers and the manner of throwing a city into turmoil
were a garment that had been cut to his stature.

He counted the souls of lovers as wild rue for his own face,
and for that purpose he had kindled the fire of his cheek.

Though he was saying "I will kill you miserably", I could see
that in secret he had a glance for me, whose heart is burnt.

The unbelief of his tress was waylaying the faith, and that stony-hearted one
had lit a torch from his face to light its way.

The heart gathered much blood, but the eye poured it out;
God, O God, who was it that wasted, and who had saved?

Do not sell the friend for the world, for he gained little
who had sold Joseph for base gold.

He said, and said it well: "Go and burn your cloak, Hafez."
O Lord, from whom had he learned this skill at telling false coin?