Ghazal 320: Last night with a flood of tears I was barring the road of sleep

دیشب به سیل اشک ره خواب می‌زدم
نقشی به یاد خط تو بر آب می‌زدم

ابروی یار در نظر و خرقه سوخته
جامی به یاد گوشهٔ محراب می‌زدم

هر مرغ فکر کز سر شاخ سخن بجست
بازش ز طرهٔ تو به مضراب می‌زدم

روی نگار در نظرم جلوه می‌نمود
وز دور بوسه بر رخ مهتاب می‌زدم

چشمم به روی ساقی و گوشم به قول چنگ
فالی به چشم و گوش در این باب می‌زدم

نقش خیال روی تو تا وقت صبحدم
بر کارگاه دیدهٔ بی‌خواب می‌زدم

ساقی به صوت این غزلم کاسه می‌گرفت
می‌گفتم این سرود و می ناب می‌زدم

خوش بود وقت حافظ و فال مراد و کام
بر نام عمر و دولت احباب می‌زدم

Last night with a flood of tears I was barring the road of sleep;
in memory of the down of your cheek I was drawing a picture upon water.

With the eyebrow of the friend before my eyes and my cloak burnt,
I was drinking a cup to the memory of the corner of the prayer niche.

Every bird of thought that flew up from the branch of speech,
I was striking back again with the plectrum of your tress.

The face of the beloved was showing itself to my sight,
and from afar I was blowing kisses at the face of the moon.

My eye on the face of the cupbearer, my ear on the voice of the harp,
with eye and ear I was drawing an omen on this matter.

The picture of the image of your face, until the hour of dawn,
I was painting on the workshop of my sleepless eye.

At the sound of this ghazal the cupbearer was taking up the bowl;
I was reciting this song and drinking pure wine.

The hour of Hafez was a happy one, and a fal of desire and success
I was casting in the name of the life and fortune of my friends.