Ghazal 308: O you whose face is like paradise and whose ruby lip is its spring

ای رخت چون خلد و لعلت سلسبیل
سلسبیلت کرده جان و دل سبیل

سبزپوشان خطت بر گرد لب
همچو مورانند گرد سلسبیل

ناوک چشم تو در هر گوشه‌ای
همچو من افتاده دارد صد قتیل

یا رب این آتش که در جان من است
سرد کن زان سان که کردی بر خلیل

من نمی‌یابم مجال ای دوستان
گرچه دارد او جمالی بس جمیل

پای ما لنگ است و منزل بس دراز
دست ما کوتاه و خرما بر نخیل

حافظ از سرپنجهٔ عشق نگار
همچو مور افتاده شد در پای پیل

شاه عالم را بقا و عز و ناز
باد و هر چیزی که باشد زین قبیل

O you whose face is like paradise and whose ruby lip is its spring,
your spring has made soul and heart a free offering.

The green-clad down about your lip
is like ants around the spring of paradise.

The arrow of your eye in every corner
has a hundred slain lying fallen, like me.

O Lord, this fire that is in my soul,
make it cool, as you did for your Friend.

I find no opportunity, O friends,
although he has a beauty most beautiful.

Our foot is lame and the journey's end is very far;
our hand is short and the dates are on the palm tree.

Hafez, in the strong grip of love for the beloved,
has fallen like an ant beneath the foot of an elephant.

May the king of the world have long life, honour and delight,
and everything else that is of that kind.