Ghazal 425: He was passing by, trailing his skirt, in fine linen worked with gold

دامن‌کشان همی شد در شرب زرکشیده
صد ماهرو ز رشکش جیب قصب دریده

از تاب آتش می، بر گرد عارضش خوی
چون قطره‌های شبنم بر برگ گل چکیده

لفظی فصیح، شیرین، قدی بلند، چابک
رویی لطیف، زیبا، چشمی، خوش کشیده

یاقوت جان‌فزایش از آب لطف زاده
شمشاد خوش‌خرامش در ناز پروریده

آن لعل دلکشش بین، وآن خندهٔ دل‌آشوب
وآن رفتن خوشش بین، وآن گام آرمیده

آن آهوی سیه‌چشم از دام ما برون شد
یاران چه چاره سازم با این دل رمیده؟

زنهار تا توانی اهل نظر میآزار
دنیا وفا ندارد ای نور هر دو دیده

تا کی کشم عتیبت؟ از چشم دل‌فریبت
روزی کرشمه‌ای کن، ای یار برگزیده!

گر خاطر شریفت رنجیده شد ز حافظ
بازآ که توبه کردیم از گفته و شنیده

بس شکر بازگویم در بندگی خواجه
گر اوفتد به دستم آن میوهٔ رسیده

He was passing by, trailing his skirt, in fine linen worked with gold;
a hundred moon-faced ones, out of envy, had torn the collars of their own linen.

From the heat of the fire of wine, the sweat around his cheek
was like drops of dew fallen on a rose petal.

Speech fluent and sweet, a stature tall and nimble,
a face delicate and beautiful, an eye finely drawn.

His life-giving ruby was born of the water of grace;
his gracefully moving boxwood was reared in delicacy.

Look at that charming ruby of his, and that laugh which unsettles the heart;
look at that pleasant gait of his, and that quiet step.

That black-eyed gazelle has slipped out of our snare;
friends, what remedy shall I find for this startled heart?

Take care, as far as you can, not to hurt those who have insight;
the world keeps no faith, O light of both my eyes.

How long must I bear reproach from your heart-deceiving eye?
One day give me a glance, O chosen friend.

If your noble mind has been hurt by Hafez,
come back, for we have repented of what was said and heard.

I shall give many thanks in the service of the master
if that ripe fruit should fall into my hand.