The candle became a moth

چراغ روی تو را شمع گشت پروانه

To the lamp of your face the candle has become a moth;

مرا ز حال تو با حال خویش پروا، نه

with your state before me, I have no care for my own.

خرد که قید مجانین عشق می‌فرمود

Reason, which used to order chains for the madmen of love,

به بوی سنبل زلف تو گشت دیوانه

has gone mad itself at the scent of the hyacinth of your curl.

به بوی زلف تو گر جان به باد رفت‌، چه شد؟

If my life was lost to the wind for the scent of your curl, what of it?

هزار جان گرامی فدای جانانه

A thousand precious lives are a ransom for the beloved.

من‌ رمیده ز غیرت ز پا فتادم دوش

Startled with jealousy, I fell to the ground last night

نگار خویش چو دیدم به دست بیگانه

when I saw my beloved in a stranger's hand.

چه نقش‌ها که برانگیختیم و سود نداشت

What pictures we painted, and none of them was any use;

فسون ما بر او گشته است افسانه

all our charms have become a tale to her.

بر آتش رخ زیبای او به جای سپند

On the fire of her lovely face, in place of wild rue,

به غیر خال سیاهش که دید به دانه؟

who has ever seen any seed but her black mole?

به مژده، جان به صبا داد شمع در نفسی

For the good news, the candle gave up its life to the breeze in one breath,

ز شمع روی تواش چون رسید پروانه

when its warrant came from the candle of your face.

مرا به دور لب دوست هست پیمانی

While the Friend's lip goes round, I have made a vow

که بر زبان نبرم جز حدیث پیمانه

never to speak of anything but the wine cup.

حدیث مدرسه و خانقه مگوی که باز

Do not talk of the madrasa and the khanqah, for once again

فتاد در سر حافظ هوای میخانه

longing for the tavern has entered Hafez's head.