Ghazal 335

در خرابات مغان گر گذر افتد بازم
حاصل خرقه و سجاده، روان دربازم

حلقهٔ توبه گر امروز چو زهاد زنم
خازن میکده فردا نکند در، بازم

ور چو پروانه دهد دست، فراغ بالی
جز بدان عارض شمعی نبود پروازم

صحبت حور نخواهم که بود عین قصور
با خیال تو اگر با دگری پردازم

سر سودای تو در سینه بماندی پنهان
چشم تر دامن اگر فاش نکردی رازم

مرغ سان از قفس خاک هوایی گشتم
به هوایی که مگر صید کند شهبازم

همچو چنگ ار به کناری ندهی کام دلم
از لب خویش چو نی یک نفسی بنوازم

ماجرای دل خون گشته نگویم با کس
زان که جز تیغ غمت نیست کسی دمسازم

گر به هر موی، سری بر تن حافظ باشد
همچو زلفت همه را در قدمت اندازم

If my way should lead once more to the tavern of the Magians,
I will stake at once whatever cloak and prayer mat have earned me.

If today, like the ascetics, I knock with the ring of repentance,
tomorrow the keeper of the tavern will not open the door to me.

And if, like the moth, I am given freedom of wing,
my flight will be to nowhere but that candle of a cheek.

I do not want the company of the houris, for it would be the worst of failings
if, having your image, I busied myself with another.

The secret of my passion for you would have stayed hidden in my breast
if my tearful eye had not made my secret known.

Like a bird I have risen into the air from the cage of earth,
in the hope that the royal falcon may take me for his prey.

If you will not grant my heart's wish in your arms, as the harp is held,
then with your own lip, as with the flute, play upon me for one breath.

I will not tell the story of my heart turned to blood to anyone,
for I have no confidant but the sword of grief for you.

If Hafez had on his body a head for every hair,
like your tress I would cast them all at your feet.