Ghazal 140: The heart-stealer went and gave no word to those who had lost their hearts

دلبر برفت و دلشدگان را خبر نکرد
یاد حریف شهر و رفیق سفر نکرد

یا بخت من طریق مروت فروگذاشت
یا او به شاهراه طریقت گذر نکرد

گفتم مگر به گریه دلش مهربان کنم
چون سخت بود در دل سنگش اثر نکرد

شوخی مکن که مرغ دل بی‌قرار من
سودای دام عاشقی از سر به درنکرد

هر کس که دید روی تو بوسید چشم من
کاری که کرد دیدهٔ من، بی‌نظر نکرد

من ایستاده تا کنمش جان فدا چو شمع
او خود گذر به ما چو نسیم سحر نکرد

The heart-stealer went and gave no word to those who had lost their hearts;
she did not think of her companion in the city or her friend on the road.

Either my fortune gave up the way of kindness,
or she did not pass along the high road of the path.

I said: perhaps by weeping I can make her heart kind.
As it was hard, it made no impression on her heart of stone.

Do not tease, for the restless bird of my heart
has not put the passion for love's snare out of its head.

Everyone who saw your face kissed my eyes;
what my eye did, it did not do without insight.

I stood, to give my life for her like a candle;
she did not pass our way even like the breeze of dawn.