The sun holds your mirror

ای آفتاب آینه دار جمال تو

O you for whose beauty the sun holds up the mirror,

مشک سیاه مجمره گردان خال تو

for whose mole black musk swings the censer:

صحن سرای دیده بشستم ولی چه سود

I washed the courtyard of the house of my eyes, but what use,

کـ‌این گوشه نیست درخور خیل خیال تو

since this corner is not worthy of the host of your image?

در اوج ناز و نعمتی ای پادشاه حسن

You are at the height of grace and plenty, O king of beauty;

یا رب مباد تا به قیامت زوال تو

Lord, may you never decline until the Day of Judgement.

مطبوعتر ز نقش تو صورت نبست باز

No form more pleasing than yours was ever drawn again

طغرانویس ابروی مشکین مثال تو

by the scribe who drew the seal of your musk-dark eyebrow.

در چین زلفش ای دل مسکین چگونه‌ای

How are you, poor heart, in the folds of her curl?

کآشفته گفت باد صبا شرح حال تو

For the morning breeze told your story in disarray.

برخاست بوی گل ز در آشتی درآی

The scent of the rose has risen: come in by the door of peace,

ای نوبهار ما رخ فرخنده فال تو

O our new spring, your face of happy omen.

تا آسمان ز حلقه به گوشان ما شود

So that the sky may become one of our ring-eared slaves,

کو عشوه‌ای ز ابروی همچون هلال تو

where is one flirting glance from your new-moon eyebrow?

تا پیش بخت بازروم تهنیت کنان

So that I may go before fortune again with congratulations,

کو مژده‌ای ز مقدم عید وصال تو

where is the good news of the coming festival of union with you?

این نقطه سیاه که آمد مدار نور

This black point that became the centre of light

عکسیست در حدیقه بینش ز خال تو

is a reflection of your mole in the garden of sight.

در پیش شاه عرض کدامین جفا کنم

Before the king, which wrong shall I lay out:

شرح نیازمندی خود یا ملال تو

the story of my own need, or your weariness of me?

حافظ در این کمند سر سرکشان بسیست

Hafez, many proud heads are caught in this lasso;

سودای کج مپز که نباشد مجال تو

do not brew crooked fancies, for they are beyond your reach.