Ghazal 437: O you, of whose lane the story of paradise is but a tale

ای قصهٔ بهشت ز کویت حکایتی
شرح جمال حور ز رویت روایتی

انفاس عیسی از لب لعلت لطیفه‌ای
آب خضر ز نوش لبانت کنایتی

هر پاره از دل من و از غصه قصه‌ای
هر سطری از خصال تو و از رحمت آیتی

کی عطرسای مجلس روحانیان شدی؟
گل را اگر نه بوی تو کردی رعایتی

در آرزوی خاک در یار سوختیم
یاد آور ای صبا که نکردی حمایتی

ای دل به هرزه دانش و عمرت به باد رفت
صد مایه داشتی و نکردی کفایتی

بوی دل کباب من آفاق را گرفت
این آتش درون بکند هم سرایتی

در آتش ار خیال رخش دست می‌دهد
ساقی بیا که نیست ز دوزخ شکایتی

دانی مراد حافظ از این درد و غصه چیست؟
از تو کرشمه‌ای و ز خسرو عنایتی

O you, of whose lane the story of paradise is but a tale,
and of whose face the account of the houri's beauty is but a report.

The breath of Jesus is one fine point from your ruby lip;
the water of Khizr is an allusion to the sweetness of your lips.

Every piece of my heart holds a story of sorrow;
every line of your qualities is a verse of mercy.

When would the rose have perfumed the gathering of the spiritual,
if your fragrance had not shown it some favour?

We have burnt in longing for the dust of the friend's door;
remember, east wind, that you gave us no help.

O heart, your knowledge and your life have gone to the wind for nothing;
you had a hundred resources and did not make them serve.

The smell of my roasted heart has filled the horizons;
this fire within will surely spread as well.

If in the fire the image of his face can be had,
come, cupbearer, for there is no complaint against hell.

Do you know what Hafez wants out of this pain and sorrow?
One glance from you, and one favour from the king.