If you strolled like a cypress

چو سرو اگر بخرامی دمی به گلزاری

If, like a cypress, you were to stroll for a moment through a rose garden,

خورد ز غیرت روی تو هر گلی خاری

every rose would swallow a thorn in jealousy of your face.

ز کفر زلف تو، هر حلقه‌ای و آشوبی

From the unbelief of your curl, every ring holds a tumult;

ز سحر چشم تو، هر گوشه‌ای و بیماری

from the magic of your eye, every corner holds someone sick.

مرو چو بخت من ای چشم مست یار به خواب

O drunken eye of the beloved, do not fall asleep like my fortune,

که در پی است ز هر سویت آه بیداری

for from every side a wakeful sigh is following you.

نثار خاک رهت نقد جان من هر چند

The coin of my life is scattered on the dust of your road,

که نیست نقد روان را بر تو مقداری

though the coin of the soul is worth nothing in your eyes.

دلا! همیشه مزن لاف زلف دلبندان

O heart, do not always boast of the curls of those who bind hearts;

چو تیره‌رأی شوی کی گشایدت کاری؟

once your judgement grows dark, what will ever open for you?

سرم برفت و زمانی به سر نرفت این کار

My head is gone, and still this matter did not reach its end;

دلم گرفت و نبودت غم گرفتاری

my heart grew heavy, and you had no thought for the captive.

چو نقطه گفتمش «اندر میان دایره آی»

I told her, "Come into the middle of the circle, like the point."

به خنده گفت که «ای حافظ! این چه پرگاری»

She laughed and said, "Hafez, what kind of compass is this?"