Ghazal 56: The heart is the pavilion of his love

دل سراپردهٔ محبت اوست
دیده آیینه‌دار طلعت اوست

من که سر در نیاورم به دو کون
گردنم زیر بار منت اوست

تو و طوبی و ما و قامت یار
فکر هر کس به قدر همت اوست

گر من آلوده‌دامنم چه عجب
همه عالم گواه عصمت اوست

من که باشم در آن حرم که صبا
پرده‌دار حریم حرمت اوست

بی خیالش مباد منظر چشم
زآن که این گوشه جای خلوت اوست

هر گل نو که شد چمن‌آرای
ز اثر رنگ و بوی صحبت اوست

دور مجنون گذشت و نوبت ماست
هر کسی پنج روز، نوبت اوست

ملکت عاشقی و گنج طرب
هر چه دارم ز یمن همت اوست

من و دل گر فدا شدیم چه باک؟
غرض اندر میان سلامت اوست

فقر ظاهر مبین که حافظ را
سینه گنجینهٔ محبت اوست

The heart is the pavilion of his love;
the eye holds the mirror to his face.

I, who bow my head to neither of the two worlds,
my neck is under the burden of his favour.

You and the tree of paradise, we and the stature of the friend;
each one's thought is the measure of his aspiration.

If my skirt is stained, what wonder?
The whole world is witness to his purity.

Who am I in that sanctuary, where the morning breeze
is the curtain keeper of the precinct of his honour?

May the view from my eye never be without his image,
for this corner is the place of his retreat.

Every new rose that came to adorn the meadow
is the effect of the colour and scent of his company.

Majnun's time is past and it is our turn;
everyone has his turn for five days.

The kingdom of love and the treasure of joy,
all that I have comes from the blessing of his care.

If my heart and I are sacrificed, what of it?
The aim in all this is his well-being.

Do not look at the outward poverty, for Hafez's
breast is the treasury of his love.