Hafez · Ghazal 180 · Your pistachio mouth laughed at sugar
ای پسته تو خنده زده بر حدیث قندمشتاقم از برای خدا یک شکر بخند
طوبی ز قامت تو نیارد که دم زندزین قصه بگذرم که سخن می‌شود بلند
خواهی که برنخیزدت از دیده رود خوندل در وفای صحبت رود کسان مبند
گر جلوه می‌نمایی و گر طعنه می‌زنیما نیستیم معتقد شیخ خودپسند
ز آشفتگی حال من آگاه کی شود؟آن را که دل نگشت گرفتار این کمند
بازار شوق گرم شد آن سروقد کجاست؟تا جان خود بر آتش رویش کنم سپند
جایی که یار ما به شکرخنده دم زندای پسته کیستی تو، خدا را به خود مخند
حافظ چو ترک غمزه ترکان نمی‌کنیدانی کجاست جای تو؟ خوارزم یا خجند
Longing runs warm through this ghazal, and Hafez asks only for a single smile. If your heart is set on someone or something, he offers two counsels. First, do not bind your heart to people who are fickle; save your faithfulness for those who return it. Second, do not be swayed by the self-satisfied who think they know better; trust your own experience, since only one who has been caught by love understands it. Know where you belong, and go where your heart's true home is.
O you whose pistachio mouth has laughed at the tale of sugar,
I long for you: for God's sake, smile one sugared smile.
The Tuba tree of paradise dares not speak beside your stature;
I will leave this story, for the talk is growing too long.
If you want no river of blood to rise from your eyes,
do not bind your heart to the faithfulness of fickle people.
Whether you show your beauty or taunt us,
we are no followers of the self-admiring shaykh.
How could anyone know how distraught I am
whose heart was never caught in this lasso?
The market of longing is busy; where is that cypress-statured one,
that I may cast my soul like wild rue on the fire of that face?
Where our beloved speaks with a sugared laugh,
O pistachio, who are you? For God's sake, do not make yourself ridiculous.
Hafez, since you will not give up the glances of the Turks,
do you know where your place is? Khwarazm or Khojand.