The curve of your curl

خم زلف تو دام کفر و دین است

The curve of your curl is the snare of unbelief and faith;

ز کارستان او یک شمه این است

this is but one whiff of what it works.

جمالت معجز حسن است لیکن

Your beauty is the miracle of loveliness, but

حدیث غمزه‌ات سحر مبین است

the tale of your glance is sorcery, plain to see.

ز چشم شوخ تو جان کی توان برد؟

How can anyone escape with their life from your playful eye,

که دایم با کمان اندر کمین است

which always lies in ambush with a bow?

بر آن چشم سیه صد آفرین باد

A hundred blessings on that dark eye,

که در عاشق کشی سحرآفرین است

which works fresh magic in slaying lovers.

عجب علمیست علم هیئت عشق

A strange science is the astronomy of love,

که چرخ هشتمش، هفتم زمین است

where the eighth heaven is the seventh earth.

تو پنداری که بدگو رفت و جان برد؟

Do you think the slanderer has gone off and got away with his life?

حسابش با کرام الکاتبین است

His account rests with the noble recording angels.

مشو حافظ ز کید زلفش ایمن

Hafez, do not feel safe from the wiles of her curl,

که دل برد و کنون در بند دین است

for it stole your heart and is now after your faith.