Hafez · Ghazal 220 · My heart's blood runs from my eyes
از دیده خون دل همه بر روی ما رودبر روی ما ز دیده چه گویم چه‌ها رود
ما در درون سینه هوایی نهفته‌ایمبر باد اگر رود دل ما زان هوا رود
خورشید خاوری کند از رشک جامه چاکگر ماه مهرپرور من در قبا رود
بر خاک راه یار نهادیم روی خویشبر روی ما رواست اگر آشنا رود
سیل است آب دیده و هر کس که بگذردگر خود دلش ز سنگ بود هم ز جا رود
ما را به آب دیده شب و روز ماجراستزان رهگذر که بر سر کویش چرا رود
حافظ به کوی میکده دایم به صدق دلچون صوفیان صومعه دار از صفا رود
This ghazal speaks of a love so deep that it can no longer stay hidden. Your feelings may be overflowing, and you may worry that others can see too much. Hafez does not ask you to be ashamed. He lays his face in the dust of the beloved's road, humble and sincere, and trusts that such devotion has its own dignity. Let your feelings be honest, but let them be gentle rather than a flood that sweeps others away. Whatever path you take, walk it with a pure and sincere heart, and that sincerity will be your protection.
From my eyes my heart's blood all runs down my face;
what can I say of all that runs from my eyes down my face?
Deep within our breast we have hidden a longing;
if our heart is blown to the winds, it is that longing that blows it.
The eastern sun would tear its robe in jealousy
if my moon, who nurtures love, went out in her tunic.
We have laid our face on the dust of the beloved's road;
it is only right that a friend should walk upon our face.
The water of my eyes is a flood, and whoever passes by,
even if his heart were made of stone, would be swept from his place.
Night and day we quarrel with the tears of our eyes
over why they should run as far as the head of her lane.
Hafez goes always to the tavern lane with a sincere heart,
as the Sufis of the cloister go, in purity.