From the Divan of Hafez · 8 couplets
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When I become the dust of her path, she shakes her hem free of me —
and if I say: Turn your heart — she turns her face from me.
She shows her colored face to everyone like a rose —
and if I say: Cover it — she covers it from me.
I told my own eye: At last, look your fill at her —
it said: Do you want her to run a stream of blood from me?
She thirsts for my blood, and I for her lip — let us see:
will I take my desire from her, or will she take revenge from me?
If like Farhad my life departs in bitterness, I do not care —
many sweet tales will remain from me.
If like a candle I die before her, she will laugh at my grief —
and if I am hurt, her delicate nature will take offense from me.
Friends, I have given my life for her mouth — behold:
how she holds back from me for such a small thing.
Be patient, Hafez — for if the lesson of grief goes on like this,
love will read a fable from me in every corner.
چون شوم خاک رهش دامن بیفشاند ز من
ور بگویم دل بگردان رو بگرداند ز من
روی رنگین را به هر کس مینماید همچو گل
ور بگویم بازپوشان بازپوشاند ز من
چشم خود را گفتم آخر یک نظر سیرش ببین
گفت میخواهی مگر تا جوی خون راند ز من؟
او به خونم تشنه و من بر لبش تا چون شود
کام بستانم از او یا داد بستاند ز من
گر چو فرهادم به تلخی جان برآید باک نیست
بس حکایتهای شیرین باز میماند ز من
گر چو شمعش پیش میرم بر غمم خندان شود
ور برنجم خاطر نازک برنجاند ز من
دوستان جان دادهام بهر دهانش بنگرید
کو به چیزی مختصر چون باز میماند ز من
صبر کن حافظ که گر زین دست باشد درس غم
عشق در هر گوشهای افسانهای خواند ز من
Source: Ganjoor.net
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