My beloved came, cup in hand

در دیر مغان آمد، یارم قدحی در دست

My beloved came into the Magians' monastery, a cup in hand,

مست از می و میخواران از نرگس مستش مست

drunk with wine, and the wine-drinkers drunk with her drunken eyes.

در نعل سمند او شکل مه نو پیدا

In the shoe of her horse the shape of the new moon appears,

وز قد بلند او بالای صنوبر، پست

and beside her tall stature the height of the pine is low.

آخر به چه گویم هست از خود خبرم، چون نیست

How can I say I am aware of myself, when I am not?

وز بهر چه گویم نیست با وی نظرم، چون هست

And why should I say my eyes are not on her, when they are?

شمع دل دمسازم، بنشست چو او برخاست

The candle of my companion heart sank down when she rose,

و افغان ز نظربازان، برخاست چو او بنشست

and a cry rose from the gazers when she sat down.

گر غالیه خوش بو شد، در گیسوی او پیچید

If perfume became fragrant, it was because it twined in her hair;

ور وسمه کمانکش گشت، در ابروی او پیوست

if the indigo took the curve of a bow, it was because it joined her eyebrow.

بازآی که بازآید عمر شده حافظ

Come back, so that Hafez's vanished life may come back,

هرچند که ناید باز، تیری که بشد از شست

though an arrow that has left the bowstring never comes back.