From the Divan of Hafez · 9 couplets
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The pupil of our eye gazes at nothing but your face —
our bewildered heart remembers no one but you.
My tears don the pilgrim’s garb to circle your sanctuary,
though from the blood of a wounded heart, not a moment are they pure.
May it be bound in snare and cage, like a wild bird —
the bird of the Lote Tree, if it does not fly in search of you.
If the bankrupt lover scattered the counterfeit of his heart,
do not blame him — he has no power over ready coin.
In the end, the hand will reach that tall cypress —
for everyone whose aspiration in seeking you is not short.
I will never boast of Jesus’s life-giving breath,
for in reviving souls, no one is as skilled as your lips.
I, who in the fire of longing for you do not even sigh —
who can say that my heart is not patient upon its brand?
The first day I saw the tip of your tresses, I said:
the disorder of this chain has no end.
The desire for union with you is not only in Hafez’s heart —
who is there in whose mind the thought of you does not dwell?
مردم دیدهٔ ما جز به رُخَت ناظر نیست
دل سرگشتهٔ ما غیرِ تو را ذاکر نیست
اشکم احرامِ طوافِ حَرَمَت میبندد
گرچه از خونِ دلِ ریش دمی طاهر نیست
بستهٔ دام و قفس باد چو مرغ وحشی
طایر سِدره اگر در طلبت طایر نیست
عاشقِ مفلس اگر قلبِ دلش کرد نثار
مَکُنَش عیب که بر نقدِ روان قادر نیست
عاقبت دست بدان سروِ بلندش برسد
هر که را در طلبت همتِ او قاصر نیست
از روان بخشی عیسی نزنم دَم هرگز
زان که در روح فَزایی چو لبت ماهر نیست
من که در آتشِ سودای تو آهی نزنم
کِی توان گفت که بر داغ، دلم صابر نیست
روز اول که سرِ زلفِ تو دیدم گفتم
که پریشانیِ این سلسله را آخر نیست
سر پیوند تو تنها نه دلِ حافظ راست
کیست آن کِش سَرِ پیوند تو در خاطر نیست
Source: Ganjoor.net
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