Ghazal 139: I laid my face on her road and she did not pass by me

رو بر رهش نهادم و بر من گذر نکرد
صد لطف چشم داشتم و یک نظر نکرد

سیل سرشک ما ز دلش کین به در نبرد
در سنگ خاره قطرهٔ باران اثر نکرد

یا رب تو آن جوان دلاور نگاه‌دار
کز تیر آه گوشه‌نشینان حذر نکرد

ماهی و مرغ دوش ز افغان من نخفت
وان شوخ‌دیده بین که سر از خواب برنکرد

می‌خواستم که میرمش اندر قدم چو شمع
او خود گذر به ما چو نسیم سحر نکرد

جانا کدام سنگدل بی‌کفایت است
کاو پیش زخم تیغ تو جان را سپر نکرد؟

کلک زبان‌بریدهٔ حافظ در انجمن
با کس نگفت راز تو تا ترک سر نکرد

I laid my face on her road and she did not pass by me;
I hoped for a hundred kindnesses and she did not give one glance.

The flood of our tears did not carry the grudge from her heart;
on hard granite the raindrop made no mark.

Lord, watch over that brave young one
who took no care against the arrow of the recluses' sighs.

Fish and bird did not sleep last night for my crying,
and see that bold-eyed one, who did not lift her head from sleep.

I wanted to die at her feet like a candle;
she did not pass our way even like the breeze of dawn.

My dear, what hard-hearted, worthless person is there
who did not make his life a shield before the wound of your sword?

The pen of Hafez, its tongue cut, in the assembly
told your secret to no one until it gave up its head.