Hafez · Ghazal 92 · My prince, you walk so gracefully
میر من خوش می‌روی کاندر سر و پا میرمتخوش خرامان شو که پیش قد رعنا میرمت
گفته بودی کی بمیری پیش من، تعجیل چیست؟خوش تقاضا می‌کنی پیش تقاضا میرمت
عاشق و مخمور و مهجورم بت ساقی کجاست؟گو که بخرامد که پیش سرو بالا میرمت
آن که عمری شد که تا بیمارم از سودای اوگو نگاهی کن که پیش چشم شهلا میرمت
گفته‌ای لعل لبم هم درد بخشد هم دواگاه پیش درد و گه پیش مداوا میرمت
خوش خرامان می‌روی چشم بد از روی تو دوردارم اندر سر خیال آن که در پا میرمت
گرچه جای حافظ اندر خلوت وصل تو نیستای همه جای تو خوش، پیش همه جا میرمت
This is a playful, affectionate ghazal, full of the extravagant devotion lovers speak in. Hafez is not in despair; he is delighted, and teasing, and wholly given to someone whose every step he admires. Let it lighten your heart. If there is someone you cherish, let them know, warmly and without fear of seeming too fond. The same presence that brings longing can also bring the cure. Enjoy the sweetness of loving, even before everything is settled between you.
My prince, you walk so gracefully that I would die at your head and feet:
walk on with grace, for I would die before your lovely stature.
You had said, "When will you die before me?" Why the hurry?
You ask so sweetly that I would die before you even ask.
I am a lover, hungover and cast out: where is the idol who pours the wine?
Tell her to come strolling, so I may die before that tall cypress.
She for whom I have been sick with longing for a lifetime,
tell her to cast one glance, so I may die before those dark-blue eyes.
You have said your ruby lip gives both the pain and the cure:
now before the pain, now before the cure, I would die for you.
You walk along so gracefully, may the evil eye be far from your face!
In my head I hold the fancy of dying at your feet.
Though Hafez has no place in the privacy of your company,
O you whose every place is sweet, I would die before every place of yours.