Ghazal 339: When the image of your face passes through the rose garden of the eye

خیال روی تو چون بگذرد به گلشن چشم
دل از پی نظر آید به سوی روزن چشم

سزای تکیه گهت منظری نمی‌بینم
منم ز عالم و این گوشهٔ معین چشم

بیا که لعل و گهر در نثار مقدم تو
ز گنج‌خانه‌‌ دل می‌کشم به روزن چشم

سحر سرشک روانم سر خرابی داشت
گرم نه خون جگر می‌گرفت دامن چشم

نخست روز که دیدم رخ تو دل می‌گفت
اگر رسد خللی، خون من به گردن چشم

به بوی مژدهٔ وصل تو تا سحر، شب دوش
به راه باد نهادم چراغ روشن چشم

به مردمی که دل دردمند حافظ را
مزن به ناوک دلدوز مردم افکن چشم

When the image of your face passes through the rose garden of the eye,
the heart comes after it, to look, towards the window of the eye.

I see no view that is worthy to be your resting place;
of all the world I have only this one appointed corner of the eye.

Come, for to scatter rubies and pearls at your arrival
I am drawing them from the treasury of the heart to the window of the eye.

At dawn my flowing tears were bent on laying all to ruin,
had the blood of my liver not caught hold of the skirt of the eye.

On the first day that I saw your face, my heart was saying:
"If any harm comes of this, my blood is on the head of the eye."

Last night, until dawn, in hope of the good news of union with you,
I set the bright lamp of the eye in the path of the wind.

In the name of humanity, do not strike the aching heart of Hafez
with the heart-piercing, man-felling arrow of the eye.