Hafez · Ghazal 338 · A lover of fair faces
من دوستدار روی خوش و موی دلکشممدهوش چشم مست و می صاف بی‌غشم
گفتی ز سر عهد ازل یک سخن بگوآنگه بگویمت که دو پیمانه در کشم
من آدم بهشتیم اما در این سفرحالی اسیر عشق جوانان مهوشم
در عاشقی گزیر نباشد ز ساز و سوزاستاده‌ام چو شمع، مترسان ز آتشم
شیراز معدن لب لعل است و کان حسنمن جوهری مفلسم، ایرا مشوشم
از بس که چشم مست در این شهر دیده‌امحقا که می نمی‌خورم اکنون و سرخوشم
شهریست پر کرشمه حوران ز شش جهتچیزیم نیست ور نه خریدار هر ششم
بخت ار مدد دهد که کشم رخت سوی دوستگیسوی حور گرد فشاند ز مفرشم
حافظ عروس طبع مرا جلوه آرزوستآیینه‌ای ندارم از آن آه می‌کشم
Hafez walks through Shiraz delighted by the beauty all around him, so merry that he needs no wine. This ghazal invites you to notice how much loveliness surrounds you, even when your purse is empty. Stand like a candle and do not fear the warmth of what you love. His last line is tender: his gifts long to be seen, and he lacks a mirror. If you are waiting for recognition, look for the friend who can reflect you truly, and keep shining meanwhile.
I am a lover of fair faces and of hair that steals the heart,
dazed by drunken eyes and by pure, unmixed wine.
You said: tell me one word of the secret of the first covenant;
I will tell you once I have drunk two cups.
I am Adam from paradise, but on this journey
I am, for now, a captive of love for moon-faced young ones.
In love there is no escape from music and burning;
I stand like a candle; do not frighten me with fire.
Shiraz is the mine of ruby lips and the quarry of beauty;
I am a penniless jeweller, and that is why I am troubled.
I have seen so many drunken eyes in this city
that truly, I drink no wine now, and yet I am merry.
It is a city full of the charms of houris on all six sides;
I have nothing, or I would buy all six.
If fortune helps me carry my baggage to the Friend,
the tresses of houris will sweep the dust from my carpet.
Hafez, the bride of my talent longs to be seen;
I have no mirror, and that is why I sigh.