Ghazal 63: No one has seen your face, and you have a thousand watchers

روی تو کس ندید و هزارت رقیب هست
در غنچه‌ای هنوز و صدت عندلیب هست

گر آمدم به کوی تو چندان غریب نیست
چون من در آن دیار هزاران غریب هست

در عشق، خانقاه و خرابات فرق نیست
هر جا که هست پرتو روی حبیب هست

آن جا که کار صومعه را جلوه می‌دهند
ناقوس دیر راهب و نام صلیب هست

عاشق که شد که یار به حالش نظر نکرد
ای خواجه درد نیست وگرنه طبیب هست

فریاد حافظ این همه آخر به هرزه نیست
هم قصه‌ای غریب و حدیثی عجیب هست

No one has seen your face, and you have a thousand watchers;
you are still in the bud, and you have a hundred nightingales.

If I have come to your street, it is not so strange;
in that country there are thousands of strangers like me.

In love there is no difference between dervish lodge and tavern;
wherever there is anything, the light of the beloved's face is there.

There where they make a show of the work of the cloister,
there is the bell of the monk's temple and the name of the cross.

Who became a lover and the friend did not look on his state?
Sir, there is no pain; otherwise there is a physician.

All this crying out by Hafez is, after all, not for nothing;
there is a strange story and a wondrous tale in it.