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Hafez · My eye is your nest

رواق منظر چشم من آشیانه توستکرم نما و فرود آ که خانه خانه توست

به لطف خال و خط از عارفان ربودی دللطیفه‌های عجب زیر دام و دانه توست

دلت به وصل گل ای بلبل صبا خوش بادکه در چمن همه گلبانگ عاشقانه توست

علاج ضعف دل ما به لب حوالت کنکه این مفرح یاقوت در خزانه توست

به تن مقصرم از دولت ملازمتتولی خلاصه جان خاک آستانه توست

من آن نیم که دهم نقد دل به هر شوخیدر خزانه به مهر تو و نشانه توست

تو خود چه لعبتی ای شهسوار شیرین کارکه توسنی چو فلک رام تازیانه توست

چه جای من که بلغزد سپهر شعبده بازاز این حیل که در انبانه بهانه توست

سرود مجلست اکنون فلک به رقص آردکه شعر حافظ شیرین سخن ترانه توست

The faal · welcome

This is a verse of welcome and loyalty. You have kept a place ready in your heart, and you have not handed it to just anyone; its door is sealed with one mark only. Hafez assures you that such constancy is precious. If you feel you have fallen short in outward ways, know that what matters is the devotion within. The cure for a weary heart lies with the source of sweetness, so turn towards what you truly love and let it come home.

The ghazal in English

The portico of my eye's gazing-place is your nest:
be gracious and come down, for this house is your house.

With the grace of mole and down you stole the heart from the knowers;
wondrous subtleties lie beneath your snare and seed.

O nightingale, may your heart be glad in union with the rose of the dawn breeze,
for in the meadow every rose-song is your lover's song.

Refer the cure for the weakness of our heart to your lip,
for this ruby cordial is in your treasury.

In body I fall short of the good fortune of serving you,
but the very essence of my soul is the dust of your threshold.

I am not one to give the coin of my heart to every flirt;
the treasury door bears your seal and your mark.

What a marvel are you, O sweet-working royal rider,
that a wild colt like the heavens is tamed by your whip?

What of me, when even the conjuring sphere slips
at the tricks within the bag of your pretexts?

Now the heavens will set the songs of your gathering dancing,
for the poetry of sweet-tongued Hafez is your song.

Translation: Persiahaus Editors [Draft]