Ghazal 289: His cheek, like the moon, is the meeting place of beauty and grace

مجمع خوبی و لطف است عذار چو مهش
لیکنش مهر و وفا نیست خدایا بدهش

دلبرم شاهد و طفل است و به بازی روزی
بکشد زارم و در شرع نباشد گنهش

من همان به که از او نیک نگه دارم دل
که بد و نیک ندیده‌ست و ندارد نگهش

بوی شیر از لب همچون شکرش می‌آید
گرچه خون می‌چکد از شیوهٔ چشم سیهش

چارده ساله بتی چابک شیرین دارم
که به جان حلقه به گوش است مه چاردهش

از پی آن گل نورسته دل ما یارب
خود کجا شد که ندیدیم در این چند گهش؟

یار دلدار من ار قلب بدین سان شکند
ببرد زود به جانداری خود پادشهش

جان به شکرانه کنم صرف گر آن دانهٔ در
صدف سینهٔ حافظ بود آرامگهش

His cheek, like the moon, is the meeting place of beauty and grace,
but he has no love or faithfulness: O God, give them to him.

My stealer of hearts is a beauty and a child, and one day in play
he will kill me miserably, and by the Law there will be no sin on him.

It is better for me to guard my heart well from him,
for he has seen neither bad nor good, and will not keep it safe.

The scent of milk still comes from his lip, which is like sugar,
though blood drips from the ways of his black eye.

I have a nimble, sweet idol of fourteen years,
whom the moon of the fourteenth night serves, heart and soul, with a ring in its ear.

In pursuit of that newly opened rose, O Lord, our heart,
where has it gone, that we have not seen it all this while?

If my friend who keeps my heart goes on breaking the centre like this,
the king will soon take him into his own bodyguard.

I would spend my life in thanksgiving if that single pearl
had the shell of Hafez's breast for its resting place.