Ghazal 389: Like the rose, at every moment, catching your scent

چو گل هر دم به بویت جامه در تن
کنم چاک از گریبان تا به دامن

تنت را دید گل گویی که در باغ
چو مستان جامه را بدرید بر تن

من از دست غمت مشکل برم جان
ولی دل را تو آسان بردی از من

به قول دشمنان برگشتی از دوست
نگردد هیچ کس با دوست دشمن

تنت در جامه چون در جام باده
دلت در سینه چون در سیم آهن

ببار ای شمع اشک از چشم خونین
که شد سوز دلت بر خلق روشن

مکن کز سینه‌ام آه جگرسوز
برآید همچو دود از راه روزن

دلم را مشکن و در پا مینداز
که دارد در سر زلف تو مسکن

چو دل در زلف تو بسته‌ست حافظ
بدین سان کار او در پا میفکن

Like the rose, at every moment, catching your scent,
I tear the garment on my body from collar to hem.

You would say the rose had seen your body, for in the garden,
like those who are drunk, it tore the garment on its body.

I can hardly bring my life safe out of the hands of grief for you,
but you carried my heart away from me with ease.

At the word of enemies you turned away from your friend;
no one turns enemy to a friend.

Your body within your garment is like wine within the cup;
your heart within your breast is like iron within silver.

Rain down tears, O candle, from your bloodshot eye,
for the burning of your heart has become plain to everyone.

Do not act so that from my breast a liver-burning sigh
rises up like smoke through the window.

Do not break my heart and do not throw it underfoot,
for it has made its home in the tip of your tress.

Since Hafez has bound his heart to your tress,
do not cast his affairs underfoot in this way.