Hafez · Ghazal 443 · If you strolled like a cypress
چو سرو اگر بخرامی دمی به گلزاریخورد ز غیرت روی تو هر گلی خاری
ز کفر زلف تو، هر حلقه‌ای و آشوبیز سحر چشم تو، هر گوشه‌ای و بیماری
مرو چو بخت من ای چشم مست یار به خوابکه در پی است ز هر سویت آه بیداری
نثار خاک رهت نقد جان من هر چندکه نیست نقد روان را بر تو مقداری
دلا! همیشه مزن لاف زلف دلبندانچو تیره‌رأی شوی کی گشایدت کاری؟
سرم برفت و زمانی به سر نرفت این کاردلم گرفت و نبودت غم گرفتاری
چو نقطه گفتمش «اندر میان دایره آی»به خنده گفت که «ای حافظ! این چه پرگاری»
You have been offering a great deal of your heart, and the matter still has not reached its end. Hafez's counsel here is gentle and practical: keep your judgement clear. When the mind grows clouded with longing, nothing opens. Notice too the beloved's laughing reply at the end: you cannot draw love into the centre with a compass. Ease your grip, let your plans soften, and allow lightness and humour back into what you hope for.
If, like a cypress, you were to stroll for a moment through a rose garden,
every rose would swallow a thorn in jealousy of your face.
From the unbelief of your curl, every ring holds a tumult;
from the magic of your eye, every corner holds someone sick.
O drunken eye of the beloved, do not fall asleep like my fortune,
for from every side a wakeful sigh is following you.
The coin of my life is scattered on the dust of your road,
though the coin of the soul is worth nothing in your eyes.
O heart, do not always boast of the curls of those who bind hearts;
once your judgement grows dark, what will ever open for you?
My head is gone, and still this matter did not reach its end;
my heart grew heavy, and you had no thought for the captive.
I told her, "Come into the middle of the circle, like the point."
She laughed and said, "Hafez, what kind of compass is this?"