From the Divan of Hafez · 7 couplets
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If like the cypress you stroll for a moment in the garden,
every rose from jealousy of your face will eat a thorn.
From the infidelity of your tresses, every ring is a tumult —
from the sorcery of your eyes, every corner has one sick.
Do not go to sleep like my fortune, O drunken eye of the beloved —
for from every side, a wakeful sigh pursues you.
The offering for the dust of your road is the cash of my life — although
the cash of the soul has no value before you.
O heart, do not always boast of the heart-binding tresses —
when your judgment grows dark, will any work open for you?
My head departed and still this matter did not come to an end —
my heart was seized, and you had no care for the captive.
Like a point, I told her: Come into the center of the circle —
with a laugh she said: O Hafez, what kind of compass is this?
چو سرو اگر بخرامی دمی به گلزاری
خورد ز غیرت روی تو هر گلی خاری
ز کفر زلف تو هر حلقهای و آشوبی
ز سحر چشم تو هر گوشهای و بیماری
مرو چو بخت من ای چشم مست یار به خواب
که در پی است ز هر سویت آه بیداری
نثار خاک رهت نقد جان من هر چند
که نیست نقد روان را بر تو مقداری
دلا همیشه مزن لاف زلف دلبندان
چو تیرهرأی شوی کی گشایدت کاری؟
سرم برفت و زمانی به سر نرفت این کار
دلم گرفت و نبودت غم گرفتاری
چو نقطه گفتمش اندر میان دایره آی
به خنده گفت که ای حافظ این چه پرگاری
Source: Ganjoor.net
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