Ghazal 442

به جان او که گرم دسترس به جان بودی
کمینه پیشکش بندگانش آن بودی

بگفتمی که «بها چیست خاک پایش را؟»
اگر حیات گران مایه جاودان بودی

به بندگی قدش سرو معترف گشتی
گرش چو سوسن آزاده ده زبان بودی

به خواب نیز نمی‌بینمش چه جای وصال
چو این نبود و ندیدیم باری آن بودی

اگر دلم نشدی پایبند طرهٔ او
کی‌اش قرار در این تیره‌خاکدان بودی؟

به رخ چو مهر فلک بی‌نظیر آفاق است
به دل دریغ که یک ذره مهربان بودی

درآمدی ز درم کاشکی چو لمعهٔ نور
که بر دو دیدهٔ ما حکم او روان بودی

ز پرده نالهٔ حافظ برون کی افتادی؟
اگر نه همدم مرغان صبح خوان بودی

By his life: if I had my own life within my reach,
it would be the least of offerings to his servants.

I would tell you the price of the dust of his foot,
if precious life were to last for ever.

The cypress would confess itself the slave of his stature,
if, like the free lily, it had ten tongues.

I do not see him even in a dream; what chance is there of union?
Since this was not to be, and we did not see him, would that at least that were.

If my heart had not been bound to his forelock,
when would it have found rest in this dark heap of dust?

In face he is, like the sun in the sky, without equal on any horizon;
in heart, alas, would that he were kind by a single grain.

Would that he came in at my door like a flash of light,
so that his command might run over our two eyes.

When would the lament of Hafez ever have escaped the veil,
had he not been the companion of the birds that sing at dawn?