Hafez · Ghazal 330 · You are like the morning
تو همچو صبحی و من شمع خلوت سحرمتبسمی کن و جان بین که چون همی‌سپرم
چنین که در دل من داغ زلف سرکش توستبنفشه زار شود تربتم چو درگذرم
بر آستان مرادت گشاده‌ام در چشمکه یک نظر فکنی، خود فکندی از نظرم
چه شکر گویمت ای خیل غم، عفاک اللهکه روز بی‌کسی آخر نمی‌روی ز سرم
غلام مردم چشمم، که با سیاه دلیهزار قطره ببارد چو درد دل شمرم
به هر نظر بت ما جلوه می‌کند، لیکنکس این کرشمه نبیند که من همی نگرم
به خاک حافظ اگر یار بگذرد چون بادز شوق در دل آن تنگنا کفن بدرم
Hafez is a candle at dawn, and the beloved is the morning itself: when the light comes, the candle gladly gives itself up. If you have been keeping a long watch, the verse suggests morning is near. It also offers a tender, wry comfort: even sorrow keeps you company in lonely times, so you are never wholly alone. And you see a beauty that others miss. Trust what you see, keep your eyes open on the threshold, and let love have the last word.
You are like the morning, and I am the candle of the dawn's solitude;
smile once, and see how I give up my life.
Since the brand of your unruly curl is set in my heart this way,
my grave will become a bed of violets when I am gone.
I have opened the door of my eyes on the threshold of your wishes,
hoping you would cast one glance; instead you cast me from your sight.
How shall I thank you, O troop of sorrows? God reward you,
for on the day of loneliness, at least, you do not leave me.
I am the servant of the pupil of my eye, which, black-hearted as it is,
rains a thousand drops when I recount my heart's pain.
Our idol shows herself in every glance, but
no one sees the grace that I am seeing.
If the Friend passes like the wind over the dust of Hafez,
in that narrow place, from longing, I will tear my shroud.