Hafez · Ghazal 17 · My breast burned
سینه از آتش دل، در غم جانانه بسوختآتشی بود در این خانه که کاشانه بسوخت
تنم از واسطه دوری دلبر بگداختجانم از آتش مهر رخ جانانه بسوخت
سوز دل بین که ز بس آتش اشکم، دل شمعدوش بر من ز سر مهر، چو پروانه بسوخت
آشنایی نه غریب است که دلسوز من استچون من از خویش برفتم، دل بیگانه بسوخت
خرقه زهد مرا، آب خرابات ببردخانه عقل مرا، آتش میخانه بسوخت
چون پیاله دلم از توبه که کردم بشکستهمچو لاله، جگرم بی می و خمخانه بسوخت
ماجرا کم کن و بازآ که مرا مردم چشمخرقه از سر به درآورد و به شکرانه بسوخت
ترک افسانه بگو حافظ و می نوش دمیکه نخفتیم شب و شمع به افسانه بسوخت
Your feelings may be running very hot just now, whether with longing, grief or love, and it can seem as if the whole house is on fire. Hafez does not ask you to pretend otherwise; even the candle burns in sympathy, and friends and strangers feel for him. But the closing couplet carries his counsel: say less of what is past, and stop telling the story over and over. The night has been long and the candle has burned down with the tale. Rest, let the old account go, and welcome back what is returning.
My breast burned with my heart's fire, in grief for the beloved;
there was a fire in this house, and the whole dwelling burned.
My body melted because the beloved was far away;
my soul burned in the fire of love for the beloved's face.
See my heart's burning: from all the fire of my tears, the candle's heart
last night burned for me in sympathy, like a moth.
It is no wonder that a friend should feel for me;
when I went out of myself, even the stranger's heart burned.
The water of the tavern carried off my cloak of piety;
the fire of the wine-house burned down the house of my reason.
My heart broke like a cup from the repentance I made;
like the tulip, my inmost heart burned without wine and the wine-store.
Say less of what is past and come back, for the pupil of my eye
pulled off its cloak and burned it in thanks.
Leave off the tale, Hafez, and drink wine a while,
for we did not sleep tonight, and the candle burned down with the story.