Ghazal 237: My breath is spent and my desire from you is not fulfilled

نفس برآمد و کام از تو بر نمی‌آید
فغان که بخت من از خواب در نمی‌آید

صبا به چشم من انداخت خاکی از کویش
که آب زندگیم در نظر نمی‌آید

قد بلند تو را تا به بر نمی‌گیرم
درخت کام و مرادم به بر نمی‌آید

مگر به روی دلارای یار ما ور نی
به هیچ وجه دگر کار بر نمی‌آید

مقیم زلف تو شد دل که خوش سوادی دید
وز آن غریب بلاکش خبر نمی‌آید

ز شست صدق گشادم هزار تیر دعا
ولی چه سود یکی کارگر نمی‌آید

بسم حکایت دل هست با نسیم سحر
ولی به بخت من امشب سحر نمی‌آید

در این خیال به سر شد زمان عمر و هنوز
بلای زلف سیاهت به سر نمی‌آید

ز بس که شد دل حافظ رمیده از همه کس
کنون ز حلقهٔ زلفت به در نمی‌آید

My breath is spent and my desire from you is not fulfilled;
alas, my fortune does not come out of its sleep.

The east wind threw into my eye some dust from his street,
such that the water of life no longer comes into my sight.

Until I take your tall stature in my arms,
the tree of my wish and desire will not bear fruit.

Unless it be through the heart-adorning face of our friend,
in no other way at all will the matter come right.

The heart took up its dwelling in your tress, for it saw a pleasant dark land,
and from that long-suffering stranger no news comes.

From the thumb-ring of sincerity I loosed a thousand arrows of prayer,
but what use is it? Not one of them finds its mark.

I have much of the heart's story to tell the breeze of dawn,
but by my luck, tonight the dawn does not come.

In this fancy the time of my life has run out, and still
the calamity of your black tress does not come to an end.

So far has the heart of Hafez shied away from everyone
that now it does not come out of the ring of your tress.