Ghazal 235

زهی خجسته زمانی که یار بازآید
به کام غمزدگان غمگسار بازآید

به پیش خیل خیالش کشیدم ابلق چشم
بدان امید که آن شهسوار بازآید

اگر نه در خم چوگان او رود سر من
ز سر نگویم و سر خود چه کار بازآید

مقیم بر سر راهش نشسته‌ام چون گرد
بدان هوس که بدین رهگذار بازآید

دلی که با سر زلفین او قراری داد
گمان مبر که بدان دل قرار بازآید

چه جورها که کشیدند بلبلان از دی
به بوی آن که دگر نوبهار بازآید

ز نقش بند قضا هست امید آن حافظ
که همچو سرو به دستم نگار بازآید

O happy the time when the friend comes back,
when the one who dispels grief comes back as the grief-stricken wish!

Before the troop of his image I led out the piebald horse of my eye,
in the hope that that royal rider would come back.

If my head does not fall into the curve of his polo stick,
what shall I say of my head, and what use would my head be to me?

I have sat like dust, never moving, at the head of his road,
in the longing that he may come back along this way.

The heart that came to an agreement with his two tresses,
do not suppose that rest will ever come back to that heart.

What tyranny the nightingales have endured from winter
in the hope that the new spring would come back again!

From the painter of destiny, Hafez, there is hope
that a beauty tall as the cypress will come back to my hand.