Hafez · Ghazal 282 · She has carried off my calm
ببرد از من قرار و طاقت و هوشبت سنگین‌دل سیمین بناگوش
نگاری چابکی شنگی کله‌دارظریفی مه‌وشی ترکی قباپوش
ز تاب آتش سودای عشقشبه سان دیگ دایم می‌زنم جوش
چو پیراهن شوم آسوده‌خاطرگرش همچون قبا گیرم در آغوش
اگر پوسیده گردد استخوانمنگردد مهرت از جانم فراموش
دل و دینم، دل و دینم ببرده‌ستبر و دوشش، بر و دوشش، بر و دوش
دوای تو، دوای توست حافظلب نوشش، لب نوشش، لب نوش
This is one of Hafez's most playful ghazals, a song of simple, overwhelming delight that repeats its words as a heart repeats a name. If your question is about love, the answer here is warm: what has stirred you is real, and it will not be easily forgotten, not even when bones have turned to dust. Hafez does not overthink it. Your cure, he says, is close and sweet. Let yourself feel the joy of it, and let lightness and delight have their place in your answer.
She has carried off my calm, my strength and my senses,
that stone-hearted idol with silver at her ear.
A nimble, playful beauty with a jaunty cap,
a graceful, moon-like Turk in a close-fitting robe.
From the heat of the fire of my passion for her
I am always boiling over like a pot.
Like her shirt I would be at ease,
if I could hold her close, as her robe does.
Even if my bones should crumble to dust,
love of you will not be forgotten by my soul.
My heart and faith, my heart and faith have been carried off
by her breast and shoulders, her breast and shoulders, breast and shoulders.
Your cure, Hafez, your one cure is
her honeyed lip, her honeyed lip, honeyed lip.