Hafez · Ghazal 389 · Like the rose, at your scent
چو گل هر دم به بویت جامه در تنکنم چاک از گریبان تا به دامن
تنت را دید گل گویی که در باغچو مستان جامه را بدرید بر تن
من از دست غمت مشکل برم جانولی دل را تو آسان بردی از من
به قول دشمنان برگشتی از دوستنگردد هیچ کس با دوست دشمن
تنت در جامه چون در جام بادهدلت در سینه چون در سیم آهن
ببار ای شمع اشک از چشم خونینکه شد سوز دلت بر خلق روشن
مکن کز سینه‌ام آه جگرسوزبرآید همچو دود از راه روزن
دلم را مشکن و در پا میندازکه دارد در سر زلف تو مسکن
چو دل در زلف تو بسته‌ست حافظبدین سان کار او در پا میفکن
Love has made you tender and a little exposed, and perhaps you feel that words from others have come between you and someone dear. Hafez answers with a simple truth: no one should turn against a friend on the word of enemies. If misunderstanding has crept in, let your own heart speak gently, as he does here, without anger. Ask plainly not to be cast aside. Hearts are softer than they look, even one that seems like iron in a silver breast, and honesty can still reach it.
Like the rose, at every breath, at your scent I tear
the garment on my body from collar to hem.
The rose, it seems, saw your body in the garden,
and like a drunkard tore the garment on its own body.
From the hand of your sorrow I will hardly escape with my life,
but you carried my heart away from me with ease.
At the word of enemies you turned from your friend;
no one should turn enemy against a friend.
Your body in its garment is like wine in a cup;
your heart in your breast like iron in silver.
Rain tears, O candle, from your bloodshot eye,
for the burning of your heart is now plain to all.
Do not make it so that from my breast a scorching sigh
rises like smoke through the window.
Do not break my heart and cast it underfoot,
for it has made its home in the tip of your curl.
Since Hafez has bound his heart to your curl,
do not cast his affairs underfoot like this.