Hafez · Ghazal 30 · Your curl bound a thousand hearts
زلفت هزار دل به یکی تار مو ببستراه هزار چاره‌گر از چارسو ببست
تا عاشقان به بوی نسیمش دهند جانبگشود نافه‌ای و در آرزو ببست
شیدا از آن شدم که نگارم چو ماه نوابرو نمود و جلوه‌گری کرد و رو ببست
ساقی به چند رنگ، می اندر پیاله ریختاین نقش‌ها نگر که چه خوش در کدو ببست
یا رب چه غمزه کرد صراحی که خون خمبا نعره‌های قلقلش اندر گلو ببست
مطرب چه پرده ساخت که در پرده سماعبر اهل وجد و حال، در های‌وهو ببست
حافظ! هر آن که عشق نورزید و وصل خواستاحرام طوف کعبه دل، بی‌وضو ببست
Something has caught your heart with a single strand, and it seems to show itself just enough to enchant you before it veils its face again. Hafez knows this enchantment well, and in the last couplet he gives his counsel. Union is not won by wishing alone; it comes to those who practise love. Just as a pilgrim washes before circling the Kaaba, prepare your heart with sincerity, patience and care. Let your longing become daily devotion, steady and quiet, and the door that seemed closed may open.
Your curl bound a thousand hearts with a single strand of hair;
it closed the road of a thousand healers on all four sides.
So that lovers might give up their lives for the scent of its breeze,
it opened a musk-pod and closed the door of hope.
I went mad because my lovely one, like the new moon,
showed her eyebrow, showed herself off, and veiled her face.
The saqi poured wine into the cup in many colours;
see these pictures, how beautifully he sealed them in the gourd.
O Lord, what glance did the flask give, that the jar's blood
was stopped in its throat in the middle of its gurgling cries?
What mode did the minstrel play, that within the veil of the sama
he closed the door of shouting on the people of ecstasy?
Hafez, whoever did not practise love yet wished for union
put on the pilgrim's robe to circle the Kaaba of the heart without ablution.