Ghazal 70

مردم دیدهٔ ما جز به رخت ناظر نیست
دل سرگشتهٔ ما غیر تو را ذاکر نیست

اشکم احرام طواف حرمت می‌بندد
گرچه از خون دل ریش دمی طاهر نیست

بستهٔ دام و قفس باد چو مرغ وحشی
طایر سدره اگر در طلبت طایر نیست

عاشق مفلس اگر قلب دلش کرد نثار
مکنش عیب که بر نقد روان قادر نیست

عاقبت دست بدان سرو بلندش برسد
هر که را در طلبت همت او قاصر نیست

از روان بخشی عیسی نزنم دم هرگز
زان که در روح فزایی چو لبت ماهر نیست

من که در آتش سودای تو آهی نزنم
کی توان گفت که بر داغ، دلم صابر نیست

روز اول که سر زلف تو دیدم گفتم
که پریشانی این سلسله را آخر نیست

سر پیوند تو تنها نه دل حافظ راست
کیست آن کش سر پیوند تو در خاطر نیست

The pupil of our eye looks at nothing but your face;
our bewildered heart remembers no one but you.

My tears put on the pilgrim's robe to circle your sanctuary,
though with the blood of my wounded heart they are never pure for a moment.

Let it be bound in snare and cage like a wild bird,
the bird of the Lote Tree, if it does not fly in search of you.

If the penniless lover has scattered the false coin of his heart,
do not blame him, for he has no power over ready money.

In the end his hand will reach that tall cypress,
whoever's resolve does not fall short in seeking you.

I will never speak of the life-giving of Jesus,
for he is not as skilled as your lip in adding to the spirit.

I who do not heave a sigh in the fire of longing for you,
how can it be said that my heart is not patient under the brand?

The first day that I saw the tip of your tress, I said
that the tangle of this chain has no end.

The wish for union with you is not in Hafez's heart alone;
who is there whose mind does not hold the wish for union with you?