Ghazal 213: The jewel in the treasury of secrets is the same as it was

گوهر مخزن اسرار همان است که بود
حقهٔ مهر بدان مهر و نشان است که بود

عاشقان زمرهٔ ارباب امانت باشند
لاجرم چشم گهربار همان است که بود

از صبا پرس که ما را همه شب تا دم صبح
بوی زلف تو همان مونس جان است که بود

طالب لعل و گهر نیست وگرنه خورشید
هم‌چنان در عمل معدن و کان است که بود

کشتهٔ غمزهٔ خود را به زیارت دریاب
زانکه بیچاره همان دل‌نگران است که بود

رنگ خون دل ما را که نهان می‌داری
همچنان در لب لعل تو عیان است که بود

زلف هندوی تو گفتم که دگر ره نزند
سال‌ها رفت و بدان سیرت و سان است که بود

حافظا بازنما قصه خونابهٔ چشم
که بر این چشمه همان آب روان است که بود

The jewel in the treasury of secrets is the same as it was;
the casket of love bears the same seal and mark as it did.

Lovers belong to the company of the keepers of the trust;
and so the eye that rains pearls is the same as it was.

Ask the east wind: for us, all night until the breath of dawn,
the scent of your tress is the same companion of the soul as it was.

There is no one seeking ruby and gem; otherwise the sun
is still at work in the mine and the quarry as it was.

Come and visit the one who was slain by your glance,
for the poor wretch is as anxious at heart as he was.

The colour of our heart's blood, which you keep hidden,
is still as plain to see on your ruby lip as it was.

I said your dark tress would not waylay again;
years have gone by, and it is of the same nature and manner as it was.

Hafez, tell once more the tale of the blood-stained tears of the eye,
for in this spring the same water is flowing as it was.