Ghazal 316: Do not give your tress to the wind, or you will give me to the wind

زلف بر باد مده تا ندهی بر بادم
ناز بنیاد مکن تا نکنی بنیادم

می مخور با همه کس تا نخورم خون جگر
سر مکش تا نکشد سر به فلک فریادم

زلف را حلقه مکن تا نکنی در بندم
طره را تاب مده تا ندهی بر بادم

یار بیگانه مشو تا نبری از خویشم
غم اغیار مخور تا نکنی ناشادم

رخ برافروز که فارغ کنی از برگ گلم
قد برافراز که از سرو کنی آزادم

شمع هر جمع مشو ور نه بسوزی ما را
یاد هر قوم مکن تا نروی از یادم

شهرهٔ شهر مشو تا ننهم سر در کوه
شور شیرین منما تا نکنی فرهادم

رحم کن بر من مسکین و به فریادم رس
تا به خاک در آصف نرسد فریادم

حافظ از جور تو حاشا که بگرداند روی
من از آن روز که در بند توام آزادم

Do not give your tress to the wind, or you will give me to the wind;
do not lay a foundation of disdain, or you will tear up my foundation.

Do not drink wine with everyone, or I shall drink the blood of my liver;
do not turn your head away, or my cry will raise its head to the sky.

Do not twist your tress into rings, or you will put me in chains;
do not curl your lock, or you will give me to the wind.

Do not be a friend to strangers, or you will take me from myself;
do not grieve for others, or you will leave me without joy.

Let your face glow, and you will free me from the petal of the rose;
raise your stature, and you will set me free from the cypress.

Do not be the candle of every company, or else you will burn us;
do not remember every people, or you will go from my memory.

Do not be the talk of the city, or I shall take to the mountains;
do not show the passion of Shirin, or you will make me a Farhad.

Have mercy on me, the wretched one, and come to my cry,
so that my cry does not reach the dust of the vizier's door.

God forbid that Hafez should turn his face away from your tyranny;
from the day I was put in your bonds I have been free.