Hafez · Ghazal 59 · I hope for kindness from the Friend
دارم امید عاطفتی از جناب دوستکردم جنایتی و امیدم به عفو اوست
دانم که بگذرد ز سر جرم من که اوگر چه پریوش است ولیکن فرشته‌خوست
چندان گریستیم که هر کس که برگذشتدر اشک ما چو دید روان گفت «کاین چه جوست؟»
هیچ است آن دهان و نبینم از او نشانموی است آن میان و ندانم که آن چه موست
دارم عجب ز نقش خیالش که چون نرفتاز دیده‌ام که دم به دمش کار شست و شوست
بی گفت و گوی زلف تو دل را همی کشدبا زلف دلکش تو که را روی گفت و گوست؟
عمری‌ست تا ز زلف تو بویی شنیده‌امزان بوی در مشام دل من هنوز بوست
حافظ بد است حال پریشان تو، ولیبر بوی زلف یار پریشانیت نکوست
Perhaps something you did, or left undone, weighs on you, and you are wondering whether you can be forgiven. Hafez opens with simple trust: the one he loves may look like a fairy, but has the nature of an angel, and will pass over his fault. Let that trust be yours. Your tears have not been wasted, and the sweetness you once tasted still lingers in your heart. Even your restless, untidy state has a beauty when it comes from love. Ask for kindness, and expect it.
I hold out hope of kindness from the Friend's presence:
I have done wrong, and my hope is in His pardon.
I know He will pass over my offence, for though
He has the face of a fairy, He has the nature of an angel.
We wept so much that everyone who passed by,
seeing our tears run on, said: "What stream is this?"
That mouth is nothing at all, and I can see no trace of it;
that waist is a hair, and I do not know what kind of hair.
I wonder how the image of her face has not left
my eyes, whose work each moment is washing and rinsing.
Without a word, your curl draws the heart along;
against your heart-drawing curl, who would dare to argue?
It is a lifetime since I caught a scent from your curl,
and from that scent, the nostrils of my heart are fragrant still.
Hafez, your scattered state is a sorry one, but
for the scent of the beloved's curl, your distraction suits you.