Ghazal 324: Although a knot has fallen into my affairs from his tress

گرچه افتاد ز زلفش گرهی در کارم
همچنان چشم گشاد از کرمش می‌دارم

به طرب حمل مکن سرخی رویم که چو جام
خون دل عکس برون می‌دهد از رخسارم

پردهٔ مطربم از دست برون خواهد برد
آه اگر زان که در این پرده نباشد بارم

پاسبان حرم دل شده‌ام شب همه شب
تا در این پرده جز اندیشه او نگذارم

منم آن شاعر ساحر که به افسون سخن
از نی کلک، همه قند و شکر می‌بارم

دیدهٔ بخت به افسانهٔ او شد در خواب
کو نسیمی ز عنایت که کند بیدارم؟

چون تو را در گذر ای یار نمی‌یارم دید
با که گویم که بگوید سخنی با یارم؟

دوش می‌گفت که حافظ همه روی است و ریا
بجز از خاک درش با که بود بازارم؟

Although a knot has fallen into my affairs from his tress,
I still look for an opening from his generosity.

Do not put the redness of my face down to joy, for like the cup
the blood of my heart shows its reflection through my cheek.

The melody of the minstrel will carry me out of myself;
alas, if I am not admitted behind this veil!

All night long I have stood guard at the sanctuary of the heart,
so that I let nothing enter this veil but the thought of him.

I am that sorcerer of a poet who, by the spell of words,
rains nothing but candy and sugar from the reed of his pen.

The eye of my fortune has been lulled to sleep by his story;
where is a breeze of grace to wake me?

Since I am not able to see you on your way, O friend,
whom shall I ask to say a word for me to my friend?

Last night he was saying: "Hafez is all show and hypocrisy."
With whom do I have any dealings except the dust of his door?