Ghazal 85

شربتی از لب لعلش نچشیدیم و برفت
روی مه پیکر او سیر ندیدیم و برفت

گویی از صحبت ما نیک به تنگ آمده بود
بار بربست و به گردش نرسیدیم و برفت

بس که ما فاتحه و حرز یمانی خواندیم
وز پی‌اش سوره اخلاص دمیدیم و برفت

عشوه دادند که بر ما گذری خواهی کرد
دیدی آخر که چنین عشوه خریدیم و برفت

شد چمان در چمن حسن و لطافت لیکن
در گلستان وصالش نچمیدیم و برفت

همچو حافظ همه شب ناله و زاری کردیم
کای دریغا به وداعش نرسیدیم و برفت

We did not taste one draught from her ruby lip, and she is gone;
we did not look our fill on her moon-like face, and she is gone.

It seems she had grown very weary of our company;
she packed her load, we could not catch her dust, and she is gone.

How often we recited the Opening and the Yemeni charm,
and breathed the chapter of Sincerity after her, and she is gone.

They flattered us that she would pass our way;
you saw in the end how we bought that flattery, and she is gone.

She went strolling in the meadow of beauty and grace, but
we did not stroll in the rose garden of union with her, and she is gone.

Like Hafez, all night we moaned and wept:
alas, we did not arrive for her farewell, and she is gone.