Hafez · Ghazal 311 · In love with a young face
عاشق روی جوانی خوش نوخاسته‌اموز خدا دولت این غم به دعا خواسته‌ام
عاشق و رند و نظربازم و می‌گویم فاشتا بدانی که به چندین هنر آراسته‌ام
شرمم از خرقه آلوده خود می‌آیدکه بر او وصله به صد شعبده پیراسته‌ام
خوش بسوز از غمش ای شمع که اینک من نیزهم بدین کار کمربسته و برخاسته‌ام
با چنین حیرتم از دست بشد صرفه کاردر غم افزوده‌ام آنچ از دل و جان کاسته‌ام
همچو حافظ به خرابات روم جامه قبابو که در بر کشد آن دلبر نوخاسته‌ام
You have chosen something with your whole heart, and Hafez tells you to own that choice openly rather than hide it under a patched and careful cloak. The love you carry may cost you calm and thrift, yet you once prayed for exactly this kind of longing, and it is a gift. Like the candle that burns sweetly, give yourself honestly to what matters to you. Set aside the pretence, go as you are, and trust that sincerity is more welcome than polish.
I am in love with the face of a fair one, young and newly grown,
and I asked God in prayer for the good fortune of this sorrow.
Lover, rend and gazer at beauty I am, and I say it openly,
so that you may know with how many talents I am adorned.
I feel ashamed of my stained Sufi cloak,
whose patches I have trimmed with a hundred tricks.
Burn sweetly in grief for him, O candle, for look, I too
have girded my waist and risen up for this same work.
In such bewilderment, all thrift in my affairs has slipped from my hand:
whatever I have taken from heart and soul, I have added to sorrow.
Like Hafez I will go to the tavern with my robe torn open,
in hope that my newly grown heart-stealer will take me in his arms.