Ghazal 491: I have fixed in my eye the eyebrow of one with a face like the moon

به چشم کرده‌ام ابروی ماه‌سیمایی
خیال سبزخطی، نقش بسته‌ام جایی

امید هست که منشور عشق‌بازی من
از آن کمانچهٔ ابرو رسد به طغرایی

سرم ز دست بشد، چشم از انتظار بسوخت
در آرزوی سر و چشم مجلس‌آرایی

مکدر است دل، آتش به خرقه خواهم زد
بیا! ببین! که کرا می‌کند تماشایی

به روز واقعه، تابوت ما ز سرو کنید
که می‌رویم به داغ بلندبالایی

زمام دل به کسی داده‌ام من درویش
که نیستش به کس از تاج و تخت، پروایی

در آن مقام که خوبان ز غمزه، تیغ زنند
عجب مدار سری اوفتاده در پایی

مرا که از رخ او، ماه در شبستان است
کجا بود به فروغ ستاره، پروایی؟

فراق و وصل چه باشد؟ رضای دوست طلب
که حیف باشد از او، غیر او، تمنایی

درر ز شوق برآرند ماهیان به نثار
اگر سفینهٔ حافظ رسد به دریایی

I have fixed in my eye the eyebrow of one with a face like the moon;
I have painted somewhere the image of one with fresh down on the cheek.

There is hope that the charter of my life as a lover
will receive its royal cipher from that small bow of an eyebrow.

My head has gone from my hands and my eyes have burnt with waiting,
in longing for the head and eyes of one who graces the gathering.

My heart is clouded: I will set fire to the cloak;
come and look, for it is a sight worth seeing.

On the day of my death make my coffin of cypress wood,
for I go bearing the brand of one of tall stature.

I, a dervish, have given the reins of my heart to one
who cares nothing for anyone with crown and throne.

In the place where the beautiful strike with the sword of a glance,
do not wonder at a head fallen at someone's feet.

I, who have a moon in my night chamber from his face,
how should I care for the light of a star?

What are separation and union? Seek what pleases the friend,
for it is a pity to ask of him anything other than himself.

The fish will bring up pearls in their longing, to scatter them,
if the ship of Hafez's verse should reach a sea.