Hafez · Ghazal 459 · The script you draw on the rose
زین خوش رقم که بر گل رخسار می‌کشیخط بر صحیفه گل و گلزار می‌کشی
اشک حرم‌نشین نهان‌خانه مرازان سوی هفت‌پرده به بازار می‌کشی
کاهل روی چو باد صبا را به بوی زلفهر دم به قید سلسله در کار می‌کشی
هر دم به یاد آن لب میگون و چشم مستاز خلوتم به خانه خمار می‌کشی
گفتی سر تو بسته فتراک ما شودسهل است اگر تو زحمت این بار می‌کشی
با چشم و ابروی تو چه تدبیر دل کنم؟وه زین کمان که بر من بیمار می‌کشی
بازآ که چشم بد ز رخت دفع می‌کندای تازه گل که دامن از این خار می‌کشی
حافظ دگر چه می‌طلبی از نعیم دهرمی می‌خوری و طره دلدار می‌کشی
Something lovely has drawn you out of your quiet corner, perhaps more than you expected, and your feelings may now be plain for all to see. Hafez does not ask you to hide them. He even suggests that what seems like a thorn may be a protection, watching over the rose it loves. And in the last line he turns gently to himself, and to you: what more do you ask of the world? Look at what is already in your hands, and let gratitude settle the restless heart.
With this lovely script you draw on the rose of your cheek,
you strike a line through the page of the rose and the rose garden.
My tears, who sat veiled in the inner chamber of my hidden house,
you drag from beyond seven veils into the marketplace.
The morning breeze, slow-footed as it is, with the scent of your curl
you set to work every moment, bound in a chain.
Every moment, with the memory of that wine-red lip and drunken eye,
you drag me from my solitude to the vintner's house.
You said, "Your head will be tied to our saddle-strap";
that is easy, if you will take the trouble of this burden.
Against your eye and eyebrow, what plan can my heart make?
Ah, this bow you draw against me, sick as I am!
Come back, for this thorn keeps the evil eye from your face,
O fresh rose, you who pull your hem away from this thorn.
Hafez, what more do you ask of the world's bounty?
You drink wine, and you hold the beloved's curl.