Ghazal 82: That fairy-faced Turk who left our side last night

آن ترک پری چهره که دوش از بر ما رفت
آیا چه خطا دید که از راه خطا رفت؟

تا رفت مرا از نظر آن چشم جهان‌بین
کس واقف ما نیست که از دیده چه‌ها رفت

بر شمع نرفت از گذر آتش دل، دوش
آن دود که از سوز جگر بر سر ما رفت

دور از رخ تو دم به دم از گوشهٔ چشمم
سیلاب سرشک آمد و طوفان بلا رفت

از پای فتادیم چو آمد غم هجران
در درد بمردیم چو از دست دوا رفت

دل گفت وصالش به دعا باز توان یافت
عمریست که عمرم همه در کار دعا رفت

احرام چه بندیم؟ چو آن قبله نه این جاست
در سعی چه کوشیم؟ چو از مروه صفا رفت

دی گفت طبیب از سر حسرت چو مرا دید
هیهات که رنج تو ز قانون شفا رفت

ای دوست به پرسیدن حافظ قدمی نه
زان پیش که گویند که از دار فنا رفت

That fairy-faced Turk who left our side last night,
what fault did she see, that she took the road to Khata?

Since that world-seeing eye went from my sight,
no one knows what things have passed from my eyes.

Last night no such smoke rose from the candle through the heart's fire
as rose over our head from the burning of the liver.

Far from your face, moment by moment, from the corner of my eye
a flood of tears came and a storm of calamity passed.

We fell from our feet when the grief of separation came;
we died in pain when the remedy left our hand.

The heart said: union with her can be regained by prayer.
It is a lifetime that my whole life has gone in prayer.

Why put on the pilgrim's robe, when that qibla is not here?
Why strive in the running, when Safa has gone from Marwa?

Yesterday the physician, when he saw me, said with regret:
alas, your suffering has gone beyond the Canon of healing.

O friend, take a step to ask after Hafez,
before they say that he has gone from this passing house.