Ghazal 112: The One who gave your cheek the colour of rose and wild rose

آن که رخسار تو را رنگ گل و نسرین داد
صبر و آرام تواند به من مسکین داد

وان که گیسوی تو را رسم تطاول آموخت
هم تواند کرمش داد من غمگین داد

من همان روز ز فرهاد طمع ببریدم
که عنان دل شیدا به لب شیرین داد

گنج زر گر نبود، کنج قناعت باقیست
آن که آن داد به شاهان، به گدایان این داد

خوش عروسیست جهان از ره صورت لیکن
هر که پیوست بدو، عمر خودش کاوین داد

بعد از این دست من و دامن سرو و لب جوی
خاصه اکنون که صبا مژده فروردین داد

در کف غصه دوران، دل حافظ خون شد
از فراق رخت ای خواجه قوام الدین، داد

The One who gave your cheek the colour of rose and wild rose
can give patience and rest to me, the wretched.

And the One who taught your hair the custom of tyranny,
His generosity can also give justice to me, the grieving.

I gave up hope of Farhad on the very day
he handed the reins of his frenzied heart to Shirin's lip.

If there is no treasure of gold, the corner of contentment remains;
the One who gave that to kings gave this to beggars.

The world is a fine bride in outward form, but
whoever joined himself to her gave his own life as the dowry.

After this, my hand and the hem of the cypress and the edge of the stream,
especially now that the breeze has brought news of spring.

In the grip of time's sorrow the heart of Hafez has turned to blood;
for being parted from your face, O Khwaja Qavam al-Din, justice!