Ghazal 484: Perhaps you should sit down at the water's edge with your longing

تو مگر بر لب آبی به هوس بنشینی
ور نه هر فتنه که بینی همه از خود بینی

به خدایی که تویی بندهٔ بگزیدهٔ او
که بر این چاکر دیرینه کسی نگزینی

گر امانت به سلامت ببرم باکی نیست
بی‌دلی سهل بود گر نبود بی‌دینی

ادب و شرم تو را خسرو مه‌رویان کرد
آفرین بر تو که شایستهٔ صد چندینی

عجب از لطف تو ای گل که نشستی با خار
ظاهرا مصلحت وقت در آن می‌بینی

صبر بر جور رقیبت چه کنم گر نکنم؟
عاشقان را نبود چاره به جز مسکینی

باد صبحی به هوایت ز گلستان برخاست
که تو خوش‌تر ز گل و تازه‌تر از نسرینی

شیشه‌بازی سرشکم نگری از چپ و راست
گر بر این منظر بینش نفسی بنشینی

سخنی بی‌غرض از بندهٔ مخلص بشنو
ای که منظور بزرگان حقیقت بینی

نازنینی چو تو پاکیزه‌دل و پاک‌نهاد
بهتر آن است که با مردم بد ننشینی

سیل این اشک روان صبر و دل حافظ برد
بلغ الطاقة یا مقلة عینی بیني

تو بدین نازکی و سرکشی ای شمع چگل
لایق بندگی خواجه جلال‌الدینی

Perhaps you should sit down at the water's edge with your longing;
otherwise every trouble you see, you will see as coming from yourself.

By the God whose chosen servant you are,
do not choose anyone over this old servant of yours.

If I carry the trust through safely, there is nothing to fear;
to lose one's heart is a small thing, if one does not lose one's faith.

Courtesy and modesty have made you king of the moon-faced;
praise be to you, for you are worthy of a hundred times as much.

I wonder at your kindness, O rose, that you have sat down with the thorn;
it seems that you see in this the advantage of the hour.

What can I do but bear the harshness of your guardian?
For lovers there is no remedy except to be humble.

The morning wind rose from the rose garden in desire of you,
for you are fairer than the rose and fresher than the eglantine.

You would see my tears performing their tricks to left and right,
if for one moment you sat at this window of sight.

Hear a word without self-interest from a sincere servant,
O you who are regarded by the great who see the truth.

One as delicate as you, pure of heart and pure of nature:
it is better that you should not sit with bad people.

The flood of these running tears has carried off the patience and heart of Hafez;
my strength is at its end; O pupil of my eye, be gone.

You, with such delicacy and such pride, O candle of Chigil,
are worthy of the service of Khwaja Jalal al-Din.