From the Divan of Hafez · 8 couplets
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From this fine script you are drawing on the rose of your cheek,
you are drawing a line over the page of rose and garden.
The tears that dwell in the sanctuary of my hidden chamber —
you draw them beyond the seven veils to the marketplace.
The sluggish traveler — like the morning breeze by the scent of tresses —
you draw every moment into the bondage of the chain of work.
Every moment, in memory of that wine-colored lip and drunken eye,
you draw me from my solitude to the house of the hangover.
You said: Your head will be bound to our saddle-strap —
it is easy, if you bear the burden of this load.
With your eye and brow, what plan can my heart make? —
alas, this bow that you draw against me, the sick one.
Come back — for the evil eye is repelled by your face —
O fresh rose, why do you drag your hem from this thorn?
Hafez, what more do you seek from the bounty of the world? —
you drink wine and you draw the beloved's tresses.
زین خوش رقم که بر گل رخسار میکشی
خط بر صحیفهٔ گل و گلزار میکشی
اشک حرمنشین نهانخانهٔ مرا
زان سوی هفتپرده به بازار میکشی
کاهل روی چو باد صبا را به بوی زلف
هر دم به قید سلسله در کار میکشی
هر دم به یاد آن لب میگون و چشم مست
از خلوتم به خانهٔ خمار میکشی
گفتی سر تو بستهٔ فتراک ما شود
سهل است اگر تو زحمت این بار میکشی
با چشم و ابروی تو چه تدبیر دل کنم؟
وه زین کمان که بر من بیمار میکشی
بازآ که چشم بد ز رخت دفع میکند
ای تازه گل که دامن از این خار میکشی
حافظ دگر چه میطلبی از نعیم دهر
می میخوری و طرهٔ دلدار میکشی
Source: Ganjoor.net
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