Ghazal 210: Last night in our circle the tale was of your tresses

دوش در حلقهٔ ما قصهٔ گیسوی تو بود
تا دل شب سخن از سلسلهٔ موی تو بود

دل که از ناوک مژگان تو در خون می‌گشت
باز مشتاق کمان‌خانهٔ ابروی تو بود

هم عفاالله صبا کز تو پیامی می‌داد
ور نه در کس نرسیدیم که از کوی تو بود

عالم از شور و شر عشق خبر هیچ نداشت
فتنه‌انگیز جهان غمزهٔ جادوی تو بود

من سرگشته هم از اهل سلامت بودم
دام راهم شکن طرهٔ هندوی تو بود

بگشا بند قبا تا بگشاید دل من
که گشادی که مرا بود ز پهلوی تو بود

به وفای تو که بر تربت حافظ بگذر
کز جهان می‌شد و در آرزوی روی تو بود

Last night in our circle the tale was of your tresses;
until the heart of the night the talk was of the chain of your hair.

The heart, which was rolling in blood from the arrow of your lashes,
was longing once again for the bow-house of your eyebrow.

God pardon the east wind as well, for it brought a message from you;
otherwise we met no one who came from your street.

The world knew nothing of the tumult and turmoil of love;
the stirrer of mischief in the world was your sorcerer's glance.

I, the bewildered one, was also among the people of safety;
the snare on my road was the curl of your dark tress.

Loosen the tie of your robe, so that my heart may open,
for whatever ease I had came from being at your side.

By your faithfulness, pass by the grave of Hafez,
who was leaving the world still longing for your face.