Hafez · Ghazal 91 · I commit you to God
ای غایب از نظر به خدا می‌سپارمتجانم بسوختی و به دل دوست دارمت
تا دامن کفن نکشم زیر پای خاکباور مکن که دست ز دامن بدارمت
محراب ابرویت بنما تا سحرگهیدست دعا برآرم و در گردن آرمت
گر بایدم شدن سوی هاروت بابلیصد گونه جادویی بکنم تا بیارمت
خواهم که پیش میرمت ای بی‌وفا طبیببیمار باز پرس که در انتظارمت
صد جوی آب بسته‌ام از دیده بر کناربر بوی تخم مهر که در دل بکارمت
خونم بریخت وز غم عشقم خلاص دادمنت پذیر غمزه خنجر گذارمت
می‌گریم و مرادم از این سیل اشک‌بارتخم محبت است که در دل بکارمت
بارم ده از کرم سوی خود تا به سوز دلدر پای دم‌به‌دم گهر از دیده بارمت
حافظ شراب و شاهد و رندی نه وضع توستفی‌الجمله می‌کنی و فرو می‌گذارمت
Someone you love is out of sight, and this ghazal opens with the most tender of farewells: I commit you to God. Hafez does not let go of his love, but he places its object in safer hands than his own. Let that be your comfort. You may water what you love with tears for a while, yet those tears are planting something, a seed of lasting affection. Keep faith, keep praying, and trust that what is held in such care will be watched over.
O you who are absent from sight, I commit you to God:
you have burned my soul, and still with my heart I love you.
Until I drag the hem of my shroud beneath the earth,
do not believe that I will let go of your hem.
Show me the prayer-niche of your eyebrow, so that at dawn
I may raise my hands in prayer and put them around your neck.
If I must go to Harut of Babylon,
I will work a hundred kinds of magic to bring you back.
I want to die before you, O faithless physician:
ask after your patient, for I am waiting for you.
I have set a hundred streams flowing from my eyes at my side,
in hope of planting you in my heart as the seed of love.
She spilled my blood and freed me from the grief of love:
I am grateful to your dagger-wielding glance.
I weep, and what I want from this flood of raining tears
is the seed of affection, to plant you in my heart.
Grant me, in your generosity, a place near you, so that with a burning heart
I may rain pearls from my eyes at your feet, moment by moment.
Hafez, wine and the beloved and the rend's way are not your manner;
still, on the whole, you do them, and I let it pass.