Last night our circle spoke of your tresses

دوش در حلقه ما قصه گیسوی تو بود

Last night in our circle the story was of your tresses;

تا دل شب سخن از سلسله موی تو بود

until the heart of the night, the talk was of the chain of your hair.

دل که از ناوک مژگان تو در خون می‌گشت

The heart, rolling in blood from the arrow of your lashes,

باز مشتاق کمان‌خانه ابروی تو بود

was longing once again for the bow-house of your eyebrows.

هم عفاالله صبا کز تو پیامی می‌داد

God bless the breeze, which brought a message from you,

ور نه در کس نرسیدیم که از کوی تو بود

or else we met no one who had come from your lane.

عالم از شور و شر عشق خبر هیچ نداشت

The world knew nothing of the tumult and trouble of love;

فتنه‌انگیز جهان غمزه جادوی تو بود

the troublemaker of the world was your sorcerer's glance.

من سرگشته هم از اهل سلامت بودم

I, the bewildered one, was once among the people of safety;

دام راهم شکن طره هندوی تو بود

the snare upon my road was the twist of your dark curl.

بگشا بند قبا تا بگشاید دل من

Undo the fastening of your robe so that my heart may open,

که گشادی که مرا بود ز پهلوی تو بود

for whatever openness I had came from being at your side.

به وفای تو که بر تربت حافظ بگذر

By your faithfulness, pass by the grave of Hafez,

کز جهان می‌شد و در آرزوی روی تو بود

who left the world longing for your face.