Ghazal 110: In my old age the love of a young one has come into my head

پیرانه سرم عشق جوانی به سر افتاد
وآن راز که در دل بنهفتم به درافتاد

از راه نظر مرغ دلم گشت هواگیر
ای دیده نگه کن که به دام که درافتاد

دردا که از آن آهوی مشکین سیه چشم
چون نافه بسی خون دلم در جگر افتاد

از رهگذر خاک سر کوی شما بود
هر نافه که در دست نسیم سحر افتاد

مژگان تو تا تیغ جهانگیر برآورد
بس کشتهٔ دل زنده که بر یکدگر افتاد

بس تجربه کردیم در این دیر مکافات
با دردکشان هر که درافتاد برافتاد

گر جان بدهد سنگ سیه، لعل نگردد
با طینت اصلی چه کند، بدگهر افتاد

حافظ که سر زلف بتان دست‌کشش بود
بس طرفه حریفی‌ست کش اکنون به سر افتاد

In my old age the love of a young one has come into my head,
and the secret I had hidden in my heart has fallen out.

By way of the eye the bird of my heart took to the air;
O eye, look into whose snare it has fallen.

Alas that from that musky, black-eyed gazelle,
as in the musk pod, much of my heart's blood has gathered in my liver.

It came from the dust of the passage at the end of your street,
every musk pod that fell into the hand of the dawn breeze.

Since your eyelashes drew a world-conquering sword,
many a slain one, alive in heart, has fallen one upon another.

We have tested it often in this house of retribution:
whoever fell out with the drinkers of dregs was overthrown.

Though the black stone give its life, it will not become a ruby;
what can it do against its nature? It was ill-born.

Hafez, who had the tips of the idols' tresses under his hand,
is a rare adversary indeed, to have this now befall him.