Hafez · Ghazal 63 · No one has seen your face
روی تو کس ندید و هزارت رقیب هستدر غنچه‌ای هنوز و صدت عندلیب هست
گر آمدم به کوی تو چندان غریب نیستچون من در آن دیار هزاران غریب هست
در عشق، خانقاه و خرابات فرق نیستهر جا که هست پرتو روی حبیب هست
آن جا که کار صومعه را جلوه می‌دهندناقوس دیر راهب و نام صلیب هست
عاشق که شد که یار به حالش نظر نکردای خواجه درد نیست وگرنه طبیب هست
فریاد حافظ این همه آخر به هرزه نیستهم قصه‌ای غریب و حدیثی عجیب هست
What you hope for is still in the bud, not yet opened, and others may be drawn to it as well. Do not be discouraged. Hafez says the light you seek can be found anywhere, in the lodge or the tavern, by anyone whose love is real. You are not the only stranger to come this way, and you are not unseen. If the pain is genuine, a healer is near. Your longing is part of a larger, wondrous story, and in time its meaning will be clear.
No one has seen your face, and yet you have a thousand rivals;
you are still in the bud, and a hundred nightingales are yours.
If I have come to your street, it is not so strange:
there are thousands of strangers like me in that land.
In love there is no difference between the Sufi lodge and the tavern:
wherever it may be, the light of the beloved's face is there.
Wherever they set out the show of the cloister,
there too are the monk's church bell and the name of the cross.
Who ever became a lover whose state the beloved did not look upon?
Sir, there is simply no pain; otherwise there is a physician.
All these cries of Hafez are not in vain after all:
there is a strange story here, and a wondrous tale.