Ghazal 311
عاشق روی جوانی خوش نوخاسته‌ام
وز خدا دولت این غم به دعا خواسته‌ام
عاشق و رند و نظربازم و می‌گویم فاش
تا بدانی که به چندین هنر آراسته‌ام
شرمم از خرقهٔ آلودهٔ خود می‌آید
که بر او وصله به صد شعبده پیراسته‌ام
خوش بسوز از غمش ای شمع که اینک من نیز
هم بدین کار کمربسته و برخاسته‌ام
با چنین حیرتم از دست بشد صرفهٔ کار
در غم افزوده‌ام آنچ از دل و جان کاسته‌ام
همچو حافظ به خرابات روم جامه قبا
بو که در بر کشد آن دلبر نوخاسته‌ام
I am in love with the face of a fair youth newly come to bloom,
and in my prayers I have asked God for the fortune of this grief.
I am a lover, a rend, and one who plays with glances, and I say it openly,
so that you may know I am adorned with so many talents.
I am ashamed of my own stained cloak,
on which I have neatly sewn patches with a hundred tricks.
Burn well in grief for him, O candle, for here am I too,
with my belt fastened, risen up for this same work.
With such bewilderment, the profit of my work has slipped away;
I have added to my grief what I have taken from heart and soul.
Like Hafez I will go to the tavern with my garment torn open;
perhaps that young stealer of hearts will take me in his arms.
You have set your heart on a new love, and you yourself had asked God for it. Be honest with yourself and with others and give up keeping up appearances: you are ashamed of them, and rightly so. This attachment both takes from you and gives to you. You have made yourself ready: go forward openly, and perhaps you will be accepted.