Ghazal 401: When I become the dust of his road, he shakes his skirt free of me

چون شوم خاک رهش دامن بیفشاند ز من
ور بگویم دل بگردان رو بگرداند ز من

روی رنگین را به هر کس می‌نماید همچو گل
ور بگویم بازپوشان بازپوشاند ز من

چشم خود را گفتم آخر یک نظر سیرش ببین
گفت می‌خواهی مگر تا جوی خون راند ز من؟

او به خونم تشنه و من بر لبش تا چون شود
کام بستانم از او یا داد بستاند ز من

گر چو فرهادم به تلخی جان برآید باک نیست
بس حکایت‌های شیرین باز می‌ماند ز من

گر چو شمعش پیش میرم بر غمم خندان شود
ور برنجم خاطر نازک برنجاند ز من

دوستان جان داده‌ام بهر دهانش بنگرید
کو به چیزی مختصر چون باز می‌ماند ز من

صبر کن حافظ که گر زین دست باشد درس غم
عشق در هر گوشه‌ای افسانه‌ای خواند ز من

When I become the dust of his road, he shakes his skirt free of me;
and if I say, "turn your heart," he turns his face from me.

He shows his rosy face to everyone, like the rose;
and if I say, "cover it again," he covers it from me.

I said to my eye: at least look your fill at him once.
It said: do you want him to draw a river of blood from me?

He thirsts for my blood, and I for his lip; how will it turn out?
Shall I take my desire from him, or will he take justice from me?

If, like Farhad, I give up my life in bitterness, it does not matter;
many sweet stories will remain behind from me.

If I die before him like the candle, he will laugh at my grief;
and if I take offence, his tender mind will take offence at me.

Friends, I have given my life for his mouth; see
how for so slight a thing he holds back from me.

Be patient, Hafez, for if the lesson of grief goes on like this,
love will tell a tale of me in every corner.