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Hafez · Ghazal 70 · Our eyes look only on your face

مردم دیده ما جز به رخت ناظر نیستدل سرگشته ما غیر تو را ذاکر نیست

اشکم احرام طواف حرمت می‌بنددگرچه از خون دل ریش دمی طاهر نیست

بسته دام و قفس باد چو مرغ وحشیطایر سدره اگر در طلبت طایر نیست

عاشق مفلس اگر قلب دلش کرد نثارمکنش عیب که بر نقد روان قادر نیست

عاقبت دست بدان سرو بلندش برسدهر که را در طلبت همت او قاصر نیست

از روان بخشی عیسی نزنم دم هرگززان که در روح فزایی چو لبت ماهر نیست

من که در آتش سودای تو آهی نزنمکی توان گفت که بر داغ، دلم صابر نیست

روز اول که سر زلف تو دیدم گفتمکه پریشانی این سلسله را آخر نیست

سر پیوند تو تنها نه دل حافظ راستکیست آن کش سر پیوند تو در خاطر نیست

The faal · resolve

Your attention is fixed on one thing, and your heart keeps returning to it whatever else you do. Hafez honours that steadiness. He admits he has little to offer but his sincere heart, and says that is no cause for blame. His central promise is simple: whoever does not fall short in resolve will, in the end, reach the tall cypress they long for. So keep your aim and bear the waiting quietly. Many share your hope, and that does not make yours any less worthy.

The ghazal in English

The pupil of our eye looks on nothing but your face;
our bewildered heart calls to mind no one but you.

My tears put on the pilgrim's robe to circle your sanctuary,
though from the blood of my wounded heart they are never for a moment pure.

Let it be bound in snare and cage like a wild bird,
the bird of the Lote-tree of heaven, if it does not fly in search of you.

If the penniless lover scattered the counterfeit coin of his heart,
do not blame him, for he has no power over ready cash.

In the end his hand will reach that tall cypress of yours,
whoever does not fall short in resolve while seeking you.

I will never speak of the life-giving breath of Jesus,
for he is not as skilled as your lip in giving life to the spirit.

I, who do not even sigh in the fire of my passion for you,
how can anyone say my heart cannot bear the brand?

On the first day I saw the tip of your curl, I said
that the tangle of this chain will have no end.

The wish to be joined with you is not in Hafez's heart alone:
who is there whose mind does not hold the wish to be joined with you?

Translation: Persiahaus Editors [Draft]