Ghazal 394: O you whose moon-like face is the new spring of beauty

ای روی ماه‌منظر تو نوبهار حسن
خال و خط تو مرکز حسن و مدار حسن

در چشم پرخمار تو پنهان فسون سحر
در زلف بی‌قرار تو پیدا قرار حسن

ماهی نتافت همچو تو از برج نیکویی
سروی نخاست چون قدت از جویبار حسن

خرم شد از ملاحت تو عهد دلبری
فرخ شد از لطافت تو روزگار حسن

از دام زلف و دانهٔ خال تو در جهان
یک مرغ دل نماند نگشته شکار حسن

دائم به لطف دایهٔ طبع از میان جان
می‌پرورد به ناز، تو را در کنار حسن

گرد لبت بنفشه از آن تازه و تر است
کآب حیات می‌خورد از جویبار حسن

حافظ طمع برید که بیند نظیر تو
دیار نیست جز رخت اندر دیار حسن

O you whose moon-like face is the new spring of beauty,
your mole and your down are the centre and the orbit of beauty.

In your languorous eye the spell of magic lies hidden;
in your restless tress the steadiness of beauty is plain to see.

No moon ever shone like you from the tower of loveliness;
no cypress ever rose like your stature from the stream of beauty.

The age of winning hearts has grown glad through your charm;
the days of beauty have been made fortunate by your grace.

Because of the snare of your tress and the grain of your mole, in all the world
not one bird of a heart is left that has not become the prey of beauty.

Always, with kindness, from the very midst of the soul, the nurse that is nature
is rearing you tenderly in the lap of beauty.

The violet about your lip is fresh and moist for this reason:
that it drinks the water of life from the stream of beauty.

Hafez has given up hope of ever seeing your equal;
there is no dweller but your face in the land of beauty.