Every glance is lit by your face

روشن از پرتو رویت نظری نیست که نیست

There is no glance that is not lit by the radiance of your face;

منت خاک درت بر بصری نیست که نیست

there is no eye that does not owe a debt to the dust of your door.

ناظر روی تو صاحب نظرانند آری

Those who have true vision gaze upon your face, yes;

سر گیسوی تو در هیچ سری نیست که نیست

there is no head without the thought of your tresses.

اشک غماز من ار سرخ برآمد چه عجب؟

If my tell-tale tear came out red, what wonder?

خجل از کرده خود پرده دری نیست که نیست

There is no tearer of veils who is not ashamed of his deed.

تا به دامن ننشیند ز نسیمش گردی

So that no dust from your breeze should settle on your hem,

سیل خیز از نظرم ره‌گذری نیست که نیست

there is no road my eyes have not flooded with tears.

تا دم از شام سر زلف تو هر جا نزنند

So that no one, anywhere, should speak of the night of your curl,

با صبا گفت و شنیدم سحری نیست که نیست

there is no dawn I do not argue with the breeze.

من از این طالع شوریده برنجم ور نی

I am grieved at my own troubled fortune; otherwise

بهره‌مند از سر کویت دگری نیست که نیست

there is no one else who has no share of your street.

از حیای لب شیرین تو ای چشمه نوش

Ashamed before your sweet lip, O fountain of honey,

غرق آب و عرق اکنون شکری نیست که نیست

there is no sugar now that is not drowned in water and sweat.

مصلحت نیست که از پرده برون افتد راز

It is not wise for the secret to fall out from behind the veil;

ور نه در مجلس رندان خبری نیست که نیست

otherwise, in the gathering of the rends, there is no news that is not known.

شیر در بادیه عشق تو روباه شود

In the desert of your love, the lion becomes a fox:

آه از این راه که در وی خطری نیست که نیست

ah, this road, where there is no danger that is not met!

آب چشمم که بر او منت خاک در توست

The water of my eyes, which owes a debt to the dust of your door:

زیر صد منت او خاک دری نیست که نیست

there is no door's dust that is not a hundred times in its debt.

از وجودم قدری نام و نشان هست که هست

Of my existence some name and trace remains, it is true;

ور نه از ضعف در آن جا اثری نیست که نیست

otherwise, from weakness, there is nothing left of me at all.

غیر از این نکته که حافظ ز تو ناخشنود است

Apart from this one point, that Hafez is displeased with you,

در سراپای وجودت هنری نیست که نیست

there is no virtue that is not in the whole of your being.