Hafez · Ghazal 237 · My breath is spent
نفس برآمد و کام از تو بر نمی‌آیدفغان که بخت من از خواب در نمی‌آید
صبا به چشم من انداخت خاکی از کویشکه آب زندگیم در نظر نمی‌آید
قد بلند تو را تا به بر نمی‌گیرمدرخت کام و مرادم به بر نمی‌آید
مگر به روی دلارای یار ما ور نیبه هیچ وجه دگر کار بر نمی‌آید
مقیم زلف تو شد دل که خوش سوادی دیدوز آن غریب بلاکش خبر نمی‌آید
ز شست صدق گشادم هزار تیر دعاولی چه سود یکی کارگر نمی‌آید
بسم حکایت دل هست با نسیم سحرولی به بخت من امشب سحر نمی‌آید
در این خیال به سر شد زمان عمر و هنوزبلای زلف سیاهت به سر نمی‌آید
ز بس که شد دل حافظ رمیده از همه کسکنون ز حلقه زلفت به در نمی‌آید
This ghazal speaks for a heart that feels its prayers have gone unanswered and its fortune is still asleep. If you are tired of waiting, Hafez understands. Yet even in his complaint you can see what he values: one face, one love, which makes everything else, even the water of life, seem unimportant. Your longing shows you clearly what matters most to you. Do not turn away from the world entirely, as his shy heart did. Keep telling your story to the morning breeze, for every night, however long, gives way to dawn.
My breath is spent, and my desire is not fulfilled by you;
alas, my fortune does not wake from its sleep.
The morning breeze threw some dust from her lane into my eyes,
so that now even the water of life does not catch my eye.
Until I take your tall form into my arms,
the tree of my hope and desire will bear no fruit.
Unless it is through our friend's heart-adorning face,
in no other way will this work be done.
My heart settled in your curl, for it saw a fine dark country there,
and no news comes from that suffering stranger.
From the thumb-ring of sincerity I have loosed a thousand arrows of prayer,
but what use? Not one of them strikes home.
I have the tale of my heart to tell the dawn breeze,
but with my luck, tonight the dawn does not come.
My life has passed away in this fancy, and still
the trouble of your black curl comes to no end.
Hafez's heart has grown so shy of everyone
that now it will not come out of the ring of your curl.