Hafez · Ghazal 354 · With your dark lashes
به مژگان سیه کردی هزاران رخنه در دینمبیا کز چشم بیمارت هزاران درد برچینم
الا ای همنشین دل که یارانت برفت از یادمرا روزی مباد آن دم که بی یاد تو بنشینم
جهان پیر است و بی‌بنیاد از این فرهادکش فریادکه کرد افسون و نیرنگش ملول از جان شیرینم
ز تاب آتش دوری، شدم غرق عرق چون گلبیار ای باد شبگیری نسیمی زان عرقچینم
جهان فانی و باقی فدای شاهد و ساقیکه سلطانی عالم را طفیل عشق می‌بینم
اگر بر جای من غیری گزیند دوست، حاکم اوستحرامم باد اگر من جان، به جای دوست بگزینم
صباح الخیر زد بلبل، کجایی ساقیا؟ برخیزکه غوغا می‌کند در سر خیال خواب دوشینم
شب رحلت هم از بستر روم در قصر حورالعیناگر در وقت جان دادن تو باشی شمع بالینم
حدیث آرزومندی که در این نامه ثبت افتادهمانا بی‌غلط باشد، که حافظ داد تلقینم
In this ghazal Hafez vows never to let a day pass without remembering the one he loves, even if he feels forgotten. He sees love as greater than any worldly power, and he leaves the choices of the beloved in the beloved's hands. If you are anxious about someone's regard, the verse invites you to keep your own heart faithful without trying to control theirs. The nightingale is already singing good morning. Rise, greet the day, and let your remembrance be its own comfort.
With your dark lashes you have made a thousand breaches in my faith;
come, so that I may gather a thousand pains from your languid eye.
O companion of my heart, who have let your friends slip from memory,
may there never be a day when I sit without remembering you.
The world is old and has no foundation; alas for this killer of Farhad,
whose spells and tricks have made me weary of my sweet life.
From the heat of the fire of separation I am drenched in sweat like a rose;
bring me, O night wind, a breath from that one's cap.
This passing world and the lasting one are a ransom for the beauty and the saqi,
for I see the sovereignty of the world as a mere follower of love.
If the Friend chooses another in my place, the Friend is the judge;
may it be forbidden me to choose my own life in place of the Friend.
The nightingale has sung good morning; where are you, saqi? Rise,
for the thought of last night's dream is making an uproar in my head.
On the night of my departure I will go from my bed to the palace of the houris
if, at the hour I give up my life, you are the candle at my pillow.
The tale of longing that has been set down in this letter
is surely without error, for Hafez dictated it to me.