Ghazal 32: When God shaped the form of your heart-opening eyebrow

خدا چو صورت ابروی دلگشای تو بست
گشاد کار من اندر کرشمه‌های تو بست

مرا و سرو چمن را به خاک راه نشاند
زمانه تا قصب نرگس قبای تو بست

ز کار ما و دل غنچه صد گره بگشود
نسیم گل چو دل اندر پی هوای تو بست

مرا به بند تو دوران چرخ راضی کرد
ولی چه سود که سررشته در رضای تو بست

چو نافه بر دل مسکین من گره مفکن
که عهد با سر زلف گره‌گشای تو بست

تو خود وصال دگر بودی ای نسیم وصال
خطا نگر که دل امید در وفای تو بست

ز دست جور تو گفتم ز شهر خواهم رفت
به خنده گفت که حافظ برو، که پای تو بست؟

When God shaped the form of your heart-opening eyebrow,
he tied the opening of my affairs to your coquetries.

Time seated me and the cypress of the meadow in the dust of the road
when it tied the fine linen of your narcissus-coloured robe.

It untied a hundred knots from our affairs and the rosebud's heart,
when the rose-scented breeze set its heart on desire for you.

The turning of the wheel made me content with your bondage,
but what use, since it tied the thread's end to your consent?

Do not tie a knot, like the musk pod, on my poor heart,
for it made its covenant with the knot-loosing tip of your tress.

You were yourself another kind of union, O breeze of union;
see the mistake, that the heart tied its hope to your faithfulness.

I said: because of your cruelty I will leave the city.
Laughing she said: go, Hafez; who has tied your feet?