Hafez · Ghazal 325 · The dust of my beloved's feet
گر دست دهد خاک کف پای نگارمبر لوح بصر خط غباری بنگارم
بر بوی کنار تو شدم غرق و امید استاز موج سرشکم که رساند به کنارم
پروانه او گر رسدم در طلب جانچون شمع همان دم به دمی جان بسپارم
امروز مکش سر ز وفای من و اندیشزان شب که من از غم به دعا دست برآرم
زلفین سیاه تو به دلداری عشاقدادند قراری و ببردند قرارم
ای باد از آن باده نسیمی به من آورکان بوی شفابخش بود دفع خمارم
گر قلب دلم را ننهد دوست عیاریمن نقد روان در دمش از دیده شمارم
دامن مفشان از من خاکی که پس از منزین در نتواند که برد باد غبارم
حافظ لب لعلش چو مرا جان عزیز استعمری بود آن لحظه که جان را به لب آرم
This ghazal is full of devotion: the lover would treasure even the dust of the beloved's path. Hafez also finds a hope inside his tears, that the very wave which drowns him will carry him to the shore. If you feel overwhelmed by what you long for, trust that the feeling itself can bring you home. Ask for the healing breath you need, and remember that faithfulness is never wasted. What you love has a way of keeping you near its door.
If I could have the dust from the sole of my beloved's foot,
I would draw a line of it on the tablet of my sight.
In hope of your embrace I have drowned, and I hope
the wave of my tears will carry me to the shore.
If her moth comes to me asking for my life,
like a candle, in that same breath, I will give up my soul.
Do not turn your head from my faithfulness today, and think
of that night when, in sorrow, I raise my hands in prayer.
Your two black curls, to console the lovers,
gave a promise of rest, and took my rest away.
O wind, bring me a breath of that wine,
for that healing scent will drive off my hangover.
If the Friend will not assay the alloyed coin of my heart,
I will count out ready coin from my eyes at once.
Do not shake your hem free of me, who am dust, for after I am gone
the wind will not be able to carry my dust from this door.
Hafez, since her ruby lip is dear to me as life,
the moment I bring my soul to my lips will be worth a lifetime.