Breeze, you carry her scent

صبا تو نکهت آن زلف مشک بو داری

Breeze, you carry the fragrance of that musk-scented curl;

به یادگار بمانی که بوی او داری

may you remain as her keepsake, since you carry her scent.

دلم که گوهر اسرار حسن و عشق در اوست

My heart, which holds the jewel of the secrets of beauty and love,

توان به دست تو دادن گرش نکو داری

can be put into your hands, if you will keep it well.

در آن شمایل مطبوع هیچ نتوان گفت

Against that lovely form nothing at all can be said

جز این قدر که رقیبان تندخو داری

except this much: that you keep hot-tempered rivals.

نوای بلبلت ای گل کجا پسند افتد

O rose, how could your nightingale's song please you,

که گوش و هوش به مرغان هرزه گو داری

when you give your ear and mind to chattering birds?

به جرعه تو سرم مست گشت نوشت باد

My head is drunk on your dregs; may they do you good.

خود از کدام خم است این که در سبو داری

From which great jar is this, that you have in your pitcher?

به سرکشی خود ای سرو جویبار مناز

O cypress by the stream, do not boast of your proud height,

که گر بدو رسی از شرم سر فروداری

for if you came near her you would bow your head in shame.

دم از ممالک خوبی چو آفتاب زدن

To boast, like the sun, of the kingdoms of beauty

تو را رسد که غلامان ماه رو داری

is your right, for you have moon-faced slaves.

قبای حسن فروشی تو را برازد و بس

The robe of selling beauty suits you, and you alone,

که همچو گل همه آیین رنگ و بو داری

for like the rose you have every grace of colour and scent.

ز کنج صومعه حافظ مجوی گوهر عشق

Hafez, do not look for the pearl of love in the corner of the cloister;

قدم برون نه اگر میل جست و جو داری

step outside, if you have the wish to search.