Ghazal 236

اگر آن طایر قدسی ز درم بازآید
عمر بگذشته به پیرانه سرم بازآید

دارم امید بر این اشک چو باران که دگر
برق دولت که برفت از نظرم بازآید

آن که تاج سر من خاک کف پایش بود
از خدا می‌طلبم تا به سرم بازآید

خواهم اندر عقبش رفت به یاران عزیز
شخصم ار بازنیاید خبرم بازآید

گر نثار قدم یار گرامی نکنم
گوهر جان به چه کار دگرم بازآید؟

کوس نو دولتی از بام سعادت بزنم
گر ببینم که مه نوسفرم بازآید

مانعش غلغل چنگ است و شکرخواب صبوح
ور نه گر بشنود آه سحرم بازآید

آرزومند رخ شاه چو ماهم حافظ
همتی تا به سلامت ز درم بازآید

If that bird of holiness comes back through my door,
the life that has passed will come back to me in my old age.

I have hope, with these tears like rain, that once more
the lightning of fortune that left my sight will come back.

The one the dust of whose feet was the crown of my head,
I ask of God that he may come back to me.

I will go after him; and to my dear friends,
if I myself do not come back, news of me will come back.

If I do not scatter it at the feet of the cherished friend,
of what other use will the jewel of my soul be to me?

I will beat the drum of new fortune from the roof of happiness
if I see my moon, newly gone on a journey, come back.

What holds him back is the clamour of the harp and the sweet sleep of morning;
otherwise, if he heard my sigh at dawn, he would come back.

I long for the face of the king who is like the moon, Hafez;
a blessing, that he may come back safely through my door.