Hafez · Ghazal 193 · The unaware are bewildered
در نظربازی ما، بی‌خبران، حیران‌اندمن، چنینم که نمودم؛ دگر ایشان دانند
عاقلان، نقطه پرگار وجودند ولیعشق داند که در این دایره، سرگردان‌اند
جلوه‌گاه رخ او، دیده من، تنها نیستماه و خورشید، همین آینه می‌گردانند
عهد ما با لب شیرین‌دهنان بست خداما، همه، بنده و این قوم، خداوندان‌اند
مفلسانیم و هوای می و مطرب داریمآه اگر خرقه پشمین به گرو نستانند!
وصل خورشید به شب‌پره اعمی نرسدکه در آن آینه، صاحب‌نظران، حیران‌اند
لاف عشق و گله از یار؟ زهی لاف دروغ!عشق‌بازان چنین، مستحق هجران‌اند
مگرم چشم سیاه تو بیاموزد کارورنه مستوری و مستی، همه‌کس نتوانند
گر به نزهتگه ارواح برد بوی تو، بادعقل و جان، گوهر هستی به نثار افشانند
زاهد ار رندی «حافظ» نکند فهم، چه شد؟دیو بگریزد از آن قوم که قرآن خوانند
گر شوند آگه از اندیشه ما، مغ‌بچگانبعد از این، خرقه صوفی به گرو نستانند
Others may not understand the way you see the world or the things you love, and Hafez answers them simply: I am as I have shown myself; the rest is for them to know. You do not need everyone's approval to be true. The same beauty you see shines in the sun and the moon; your vision is not wrong. But this ghazal also asks for honesty in love: do not claim devotion while complaining of what you love. Accept yourself, love wholeheartedly, and let misunderstanding pass.
The unaware are bewildered at our gazing upon beauty;
I am as I have shown myself; the rest is for them to know.
The wise are the centre point of the compass of being, but
love knows that in this circle they are spinning, lost.
My eye is not the only place where her face shines forth;
the moon and the sun turn this same mirror.
God bound our covenant with the sweet-mouthed ones;
we are all servants, and these are the lords.
We are penniless, and we long for wine and the minstrel;
alas, if they will not take the woollen cloak in pledge!
Union with the sun does not come to the blind bat,
for before that mirror even those with vision are bewildered.
Boasting of love, and complaining of the beloved? What a false boast!
Lovers like these deserve separation.
Perhaps your dark eye will teach me the art,
for not everyone can be both modest and drunk.
If the wind carries your scent to the garden of spirits,
reason and soul will scatter the jewel of being as an offering.
What does it matter if the zahid does not understand Hafez's rendi?
The demon flees from those who recite the Qur'an.
If the young Magians come to know our thoughts,
from now on they will not take the Sufi's cloak in pledge.