My moon left this week

ماهم این هفته برون رفت و به چشمم سالی‌ست

My moon went away this week, and to my eyes it has been a year:

حال هجران تو چه دانی که چه مشکل حالی‌ست؟

what do you know of separation from you, how hard a state it is?

مردم دیده ز لطف رخ او در رخ او

The pupil of the eye, in the brightness of her face,

عکس خود دید، گمان برد که مشکین خالی‌ست

saw its own reflection and thought it was a musk-dark mole.

می‌چکد شیر هنوز از لب هم‌چون شکرش

Milk still drips from her sugar-sweet lip,

گر چه در شیوه‌گری هر مژه‌اش قتالی‌ست

though in her ways each eyelash of hers is a killer.

ای که انگشت‌نمایی به کرم در همه شهر

You who are pointed out in all the city for your generosity,

وه که در کار غریبان، عجبت اهمالی‌ست

how strange your neglect of the affairs of strangers!

بعد از اینم نبود شائبه در جوهر فرد

From now on I have no doubt about the indivisible atom,

که دهان تو در این نکته خوش استدلالی‌ست

for your mouth is a fine proof on this point.

مژده دادند که بر ما گذری خواهی کرد

They brought the good news that you will pass our way:

نیت خیر مگردان که مبارک فالی‌ست

do not change that good intention, for it is a blessed omen.

کوه اندوه فراقت به چه حالت بکشد؟

How can he bear the mountain of grief at your absence,

حافظ خسته که از ناله تنش چون نالی‌ست

weary Hafez, whose body from lament has grown thin as a reed?