Ghazal 303: I have caught the breath of affection and seen the lightning of union

شممت روح وداد و شمت برق وصال
بیا که بوی تو را میرم ای نسیم شمال

أ حادیا بجمال الحبیب قف و انزل
که نیست صبر جمیلم ز اشتیاق جمال

حکایت شب هجران فروگذاشته به
به شکر آن که برافکند پرده روز وصال

بیا که پردهٔ گلریز هفت خانهٔ چشم
کشیده‌ایم به تحریر کارگاه خیال

چو یار بر سر صلح است و عذر می‌طلبد
توان گذشت ز جور رقیب در همه حال

به جز خیال دهان تو نیست در دل تنگ
که کس مباد چو من در پی خیال محال

قتیل عشق تو شد حافظ غریب، ولی
به خاک ما گذری کن که خون مات حلال

I have caught the breath of affection and seen the lightning of union;
come, for I would die for your scent, O breeze of the north.

O driver of the beloved's camels, halt and set down the litter,
for in my longing for that beauty I have no seemly patience left.

The story of the night of separation is better left untold,
in thanks that the day of union has thrown off its veil.

Come, for we have drawn the rose-strewn curtain of the seven chambers of the eye
to be painted in the workshop of imagination.

Since the friend is minded to make peace and asks to be excused,
one can overlook the cruelty of the rival in every case.

In my straitened heart there is nothing but the thought of your mouth;
may no one be like me, pursuing an impossible fancy.

Hafez, the stranger, has been slain by love of you; and yet
pass by our dust, for our blood is lawful to you.