Ghazal 220: From the eye the blood of the heart runs all over our face

از دیده خون دل همه بر روی ما رود
بر روی ما ز دیده چه گویم چه‌ها رود

ما در درون سینه هوایی نهفته‌ایم
بر باد اگر رود دل ما زان هوا رود

خورشید خاوری کند از رشک جامه چاک
گر ماه مهرپرور من در قبا رود

بر خاک راه یار نهادیم روی خویش
بر روی ما رواست اگر آشنا رود

سیل است آب دیده و هر کس که بگذرد
گر خود دلش ز سنگ بود هم ز جا رود

ما را به آب دیده شب و روز ماجراست
زان رهگذر که بر سر کویش چرا رود

حافظ به کوی میکده دایم به صدق دل
چون صوفیان صومعه دار از صفا رود

From the eye the blood of the heart runs all over our face;
what passes over our face from the eye, how can I say?

We have hidden a longing within our breast;
if our heart goes to the wind, it will go because of that longing.

The sun of the east will tear its garment out of envy
if my moon, who nurtures love, goes out in a robe.

We have laid our face on the dust of the friend's road;
it is right if a friend walks over our face.

The water of the eye is a flood, and whoever passes by,
even if his heart is of stone, will be swept from his place.

Night and day we have a quarrel with the water of our eyes:
why does it take that road to the head of his street?

Hafez goes always to the street of the tavern with a sincere heart,
as the Sufis who keep the cloister go in purity.