Our heart needs no meadow

دل ما به دور رویت ز چمن فراغ دارد

Since your face appeared, our heart has no need of the meadow,

که چو سرو پایبند است و چو لاله داغ دارد

for like the cypress it is bound in place, and like the tulip it bears a brand.

سر ما فرونیآید به کمان ابروی کس

Our head will not bow to anyone's bow-shaped brow,

که درون گوشه‌گیران، ز جهان فراغ دارد

for the hearts of those who keep to their corners are free of the world.

ز بنفشه تاب دارم که ز زلف او زند دم

I am vexed with the violet, which claims kinship with her curl:

تو سیاه کم‌بها بین، که چه در دماغ دارد‌!

look at that cheap dark thing, and what notions it has in its head!

به چمن خرام و بنگر بر تخت گل که لاله

Stroll to the meadow and see how the tulip, on the rose's throne,

به ندیم شاه ماند که به کف ایاغ دارد

looks like the king's boon companion holding a goblet in his hand.

شب ظلمت و بیابان، به کجا توان رسیدن؟

Dark night and the desert: how can one arrive anywhere,

مگر آن که شمع روی‌ات به رهم چراغ دارد

unless the candle of your face lights a lamp on my road?

من و شمع صبح‌گاهی سزد ار به هم بگرییم

It is fitting if the dawn candle and I weep together,

که بسوختیم و از ما بت ما فراغ دارد

for we have burned, and our idol cares nothing for us.

سزدم چو ابر بهمن که بر این چمن بگریم

It is fitting that I weep over this meadow like a winter cloud:

طرب آشیان بلبل، بنگر که زاغ دارد

see, the nightingale's nest of joy is held by the crow.

سر درس عشق دارد دل دردمند حافظ

The aching heart of Hafez has its mind on the lesson of love;

که نه خاطر تماشا نه هوای باغ دارد

it has no thought for sightseeing, no longing for the garden.