Ghazal 383: However much I told my grief to the physicians

چندان که گفتم غم با طبیبان
درمان نکردند مسکین غریبان

آن گل که هر دم در دست بادیست
گو شرم بادش از عندلیبان

یا رب امان ده تا بازبیند
چشم محبان روی حبیبان

درج محبت بر مهر خود نیست
یا رب مبادا کام رقیبان

ای منعم آخر بر خوان جودت
تا چند باشیم از بی نصیبان

حافظ نگشتی شیدای گیتی
گر می‌شنیدی پند ادیبان

However much I told my grief to the physicians,
they did not cure the poor strangers.

That rose which at every moment is in the hand of some wind,
tell it to feel shame before the nightingales.

O Lord, grant safe passage, so that once again
the eyes of the lovers may see the faces of the beloved.

The casket of love no longer bears its own seal;
O Lord, may the wish of the rivals never be fulfilled.

O giver of bounty, at the table of your generosity,
how long are we to be among those without a share?

Hafez, you would not have become the madman of the world
if you had listened to the advice of the wise.