Hafez · Ghazal 409 · The dust of your road
ای خونبهای نافه چین خاک راه توخورشید سایه‌پرور طرف کلاه تو
نرگس کرشمه می‌برد از حد برون خرامای من فدای شیوه چشم سیاه تو
خونم بخور که هیچ ملک با چنان جمالاز دل نیایدش که نویسد گناه تو
آرام و خواب خلق جهان را سبب توییزان شد کنار دیده و دل تکیه‌گاه تو
با هر ستاره‌ای سر و کار است هر شبماز حسرت فروغ رخ همچو ماه تو
یاران همنشین همه از هم جدا شدندماییم و آستانه دولت پناه تو
حافظ طمع مبر ز عنایت که عاقبتآتش زند به خرمن غم دود آه تو
Perhaps the company you once kept has scattered, and you find yourself awake at night, counting stars and longing for a light that seems far away. Hafez has been there too. He stays at the one threshold he trusts, and he tells himself, and you, not to give up hope of grace. Even your sighs are not wasted: in time their warmth will burn away the heap of sorrow you have gathered. Keep faith with what you love, and let kindness come to you.
O you, the dust of whose road is worth the blood-price of China's musk,
the sun is raised in the shade of your cap's brim.
The narcissus is flirting beyond all bounds: come out walking,
O, may I be the ransom for the ways of your dark eyes.
Drink my blood, for no angel, before such beauty,
would have the heart to write down a sin of yours.
You are the cause of the rest and sleep of all the world's people,
and so the edge of the eye and the heart became your resting place.
Every night I have dealings with every single star,
out of longing for the light of your moonlike face.
The friends who sat together have all been parted;
there is only us, and the threshold of your sheltering fortune.
Hafez, do not give up hope of grace, for in the end
the smoke of your sighs will set fire to the harvest of grief.