Ghazal 306

If in your lane I may have the chance of arrival,

my work will reach its foundation by the fortune of your union.

Those two elegant narcissus-eyes have stolen my peace —

those two kohl-lined sorceries have stolen my repose.

Since at your door, I the penniless one, without gold or power,

have no way of exit or entry in any chapter.

Where shall I go, what shall I do, where shall I seek a remedy? —

for I have grown weary from grief and the cruelty of time.

I, the broken and wretched, will find life

at the moment when I am slain by the sword of your grief.

More ruined than my heart, your grief found no other place —

for it made its abode in my narrow heart.

Since the heart has a polisher from the jewels of your love,

it will be polished from the rust of events.

What sin have I committed, O soul and heart, in your presence —

that the devotion of heartless me is not accepted?

Bear the pain of love and be silent, Hafez —

do not reveal the mysteries of love before the people of reason.