Hafez · Ghazal 15 · O holy beauty, who lifts your veil?
ای شاهد قدسی، که کشد بند نقابت؟وی مرغ بهشتی، که دهد دانه و آبت؟
خوابم بشد از دیده در این فکر جگرسوزکآغوش که شد منزل آسایش و خوابت؟
درویش نمی‌پرسی و ترسم که نباشداندیشه آمرزش و پروای ثوابت
راه دل عشاق زد آن چشم خماریپیداست از این شیوه که مست است شرابت
تیری که زدی بر دلم از غمزه خطا رفتتا باز چه اندیشه کند رأی صوابت
هر ناله و فریاد که کردم نشنیدیپیداست نگارا که بلند است جنابت
دور است سر آب از این بادیه، هشدارتا غول بیابان نفریبد به سرابت
تا در ره پیری به چه آیین روی ای دلباری به غلط صرف شد ایام شبابت
ای قصر دل‌افروز که منزلگه انسییا رب مکناد آفت ایام، خرابت
حافظ نه غلامیست که از خواجه گریزدصلحی کن و بازآ که خرابم ز عتابت
Something or someone dear to you seems far away and slow to answer, and your thoughts may keep you awake. Hafez knows that sleeplessness, but he also gives himself a clear warning: the spring is still far off in this desert, so do not let a mirage lead you astray. Look calmly at how you want to walk the road ahead rather than dwelling on the years behind. Pray for the safety of what you love. Where there has been coldness, be the one who offers peace and invites the other back.
O holy beauty, who draws the cord of your veil?
O bird of paradise, who gives you seed and water?
Sleep has left my eyes in this heart-burning thought:
whose embrace has become the home of your rest and sleep?
You do not ask after the dervish, and I fear you have
no thought of forgiveness, no care for a good deed's reward.
That languid eye has waylaid the hearts of lovers;
it is plain from this manner that your wine is strong.
The arrow your glance shot at my heart went astray;
let us see what your sound judgment will think of next.
Every cry and lament I made, you did not hear;
it is plain, my lovely one, how high your station is.
The spring of water is far from this desert; take care
that the demon of the waste does not deceive you with a mirage.
Let us see by what custom you will walk the road of age, O heart;
at any rate, the days of your youth were spent in error.
O heart-brightening palace, dwelling of intimacy,
O Lord, may the blight of the days never lay you in ruin.
Hafez is no slave who runs from his master;
make peace and come back, for I am ruined by your reproach.