Ghazal 192: Why does my swaying cypress feel no leaning towards the meadow?
سرو چمان من چرا میل چمن نمیکند؟
همدم گل نمیشود، یاد سمن نمیکند
دی گلهای ز طرهاش، کردم و از سر فسوس
گفت که «این سیاهکج، گوش به من نمیکند»
تا دل هرزهگرد من، رفت به چین زلف او
زان سفر دراز خود، عزم وطن نمیکند
پیش کمان ابرویش، لابه همی کنم ولی
گوش کشیده است از آن، گوش به من نمیکند
با همه عطف دامنت، آیدم از صبا عجب
کز گذر تو، خاک را، مشک ختن نمیکند
چون ز نسیم میشود، زلف بنفشه پرشکن
وه که دلم چه یاد از آن، عهدشکن نمیکند
دل به امید روی او، همدم جان نمیشود
جان به هوای کوی او، خدمت تن نمیکند
ساقی سیمساق من، گر همه درد میدهد
کیست که تن چو جام می، جمله دهن نمیکند؟
دستخوش جفا مکن، آب رخم که فیض ابر
بیمدد سرشک من، در عدن نمیکند
کشتهٔ غمزهٔ تو شد، حافظ ناشنیدهپند
تیغ سزاست هر که را، درد، سخن نمیکند
Why does my swaying cypress feel no leaning towards the meadow?
It does not keep company with the rose, it does not remember the jasmine.
Yesterday I complained of his tress, and in mockery
he said: "This crooked black thing does not listen to me."
Since my vagrant heart went off to the curl of his tress,
from that long journey of its own it has no mind for home.
Before the bow of his eyebrow I keep pleading, but
it is drawn back to the ear, and so it gives me no ear.
For all the sweep of your skirt, I wonder at the east wind,
that it does not turn the dust where you pass into musk of Khotan.
When the tress of the violet is filled with curls by the breeze,
ah, how my heart remembers that breaker of promises!
The heart, in hope of his face, does not keep company with the soul;
the soul, in longing for his street, does not serve the body.
Though my cupbearer with silver limbs gives nothing but dregs,
who is there that does not make his body, like the wine cup, all mouth?
Do not make the honour of my face a plaything of cruelty, for the bounty of the cloud
without the help of my tears does not make the pearl of Aden.
Hafez, who would not hear advice, was slain by your glance;
the sword is fitting for one whom words do not move.
Interpretation of the fal
The one you have set your heart on is not showing you a kind face now and does not listen to your pleas. Your heart is so caught that it looks for no way back. Value your tears and your steadfastness: without this suffering no pearl is formed. But listen to your friends' advice as well, and protect your dignity.