Ghazal 441: How would it be if the heart of that moon were kind?

چه بودی ار دل آن ماه مهربان بودی؟
که حال ما نه چنین بودی ار چنان بودی

بگفتمی که «چه ارزد نسیم طرهٔ دوست؟»
گرم به هر سر مویی هزار جان بودی

برات خوش‌دلی ما چه کم شدی یا رب
گرش نشان امان از بد زمان بودی

گرم زمانه سرافراز داشتی و عزیز
سریر عزتم آن خاک آستان بودی

ز پرده کاش برون آمدی چو قطرهٔ اشک
که بر دو دیدهٔ ما حکم او روان بودی

اگر نه دایرهٔ عشق راه بربستی
چو نقطه حافظ سرگشته در میان بودی

How would it be if the heart of that moon were kind?
For our state would not be like this, if it were so.

I would tell you what the breeze of the friend's forelock is worth,
if I had a thousand lives for every tip of a hair.

O Lord, how would the warrant of our happiness be the less
if it carried the sign of safety from the evil of the age?

If time had held me high and dear,
the throne of my honour would be the dust of that threshold.

Would that he came out from behind the veil like a teardrop,
so that his command might run over our two eyes.

If the circle of love had not closed the way,
the bewildered Hafez would be, like the point, at the centre.