Hafez · Ghazal 324 · A knot from her curl
گرچه افتاد ز زلفش گرهی در کارمهمچنان چشم گشاد از کرمش می‌دارم
به طرب حمل مکن سرخی رویم که چو جامخون دل عکس برون می‌دهد از رخسارم
پرده مطربم از دست برون خواهد بردآه اگر زان که در این پرده نباشد بارم
پاسبان حرم دل شده‌ام شب همه شبتا در این پرده جز اندیشه او نگذارم
منم آن شاعر ساحر که به افسون سخناز نی کلک، همه قند و شکر می‌بارم
دیده بخت به افسانه او شد در خوابکو نسیمی ز عنایت که کند بیدارم؟
چون تو را در گذر ای یار نمی‌یارم دیدبا که گویم که بگوید سخنی با یارم؟
دوش می‌گفت که حافظ همه روی است و ریابجز از خاک درش با که بود بازارم؟
Something in your affairs has become knotted, and Hafez does not pretend otherwise. Yet his first line is an act of faith: he still expects the knot to be opened by generosity. Guard your heart from distracting thoughts, keep your attention on what you truly love, and wait for the breeze of grace that wakes a sleeping fortune. If you cannot speak directly, a kind word may travel by another way. Your sincerity is clearer than others think.
Though a knot from her curl has fallen into my affairs,
I still look to her generosity to untie it.
Do not take the redness of my face for joy, for like a cup
my cheek shows the reflection of my heart's blood.
The minstrel's melody will carry me out of myself;
ah, if I am not admitted behind this veil!
I have become the watchman of my heart's sanctuary all night long,
so that I let nothing but thought of her within this curtain.
I am that magician poet who, by the spell of words,
rains down candy and sugar from the reed of my pen.
The eye of my fortune fell asleep to her tale;
where is a breeze of grace that will wake me?
Since I cannot dare to see you as you pass, my friend,
whom can I ask to say a word to my friend for me?
Last night she said that Hafez is all show and hypocrisy;
but apart from the dust of her door, with whom do I trade?