From the Divan of Hafez · 7 couplets
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From my eye, the heart's blood flows all over my face —
what shall I say goes over my face from my eye?
We have hidden a desire within our breast —
if our heart goes with the wind, it goes from that desire.
The sun of the east would tear its garment from envy
if my love-nourishing moon were to pass in her robe.
We laid our face upon the dust of the beloved's road —
it is right if a familiar one passes over our face.
The water of my eye is a flood — and whoever passes by,
even if his heart is made of stone, would be moved.
Day and night we have dealings with the water of our eye —
on account of why it flows to the head of her lane.
Hafez goes to the tavern lane always, with a sincere heart,
like the Sufis of the cloister, from purity.
از دیده خونِ دل همه بر رویِ ما رَوَد
بر رویِ ما ز دیده چه گویم چهها رَوَد
ما در درونِ سینه هوایی نهفتهایم
بر باد اگر رَوَد دلِ ما زان هوا رود
خورشیدِ خاوری کُنَد از رَشک جامه چاک
گر ماهِ مِهرپرورِ من در قبا رود
بر خاکِ راهِ یار نهادیم رویِ خویش
بر رویِ ما رواست اگر آشنا رود
سیل است آبِ دیده و هر کس که بگذرد
گر خود دلش ز سنگ بُوَد هم ز جا رود
ما را به آبِ دیده شب و روز ماجراست
زان رهگذر که بر سرِ کویش چرا رود
حافظ به کوی میکده دایم به صدقِ دل
چون صوفیانِ صومعه دار از صفا رود
Source: Ganjoor.net
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