No. 4: His sorrow has found shelter in my heart - My mind, like his locks, has turned to madness.
شماره ۴: غمش تا در دلم مأوا گرفته است - سرم چون زلف او سودا گرفته است
His sorrow has taken refuge in my heart
My head, like his locks, has been seized by madness
غمش تا در دلم مَأوا گرفته است
سرم چون زلف او سودا گرفته است
His lips, like fire, are the water of life
From that water, a fire has taken hold in us
لب چون آتشش آب حیات است
از آن آب آتشی در ما گرفته است
The Huma of my ambition is a lifetime that has taken
The desire for that stature and height
هُمای همتم عمری است کز جان
هوای آن قد و بالا گرفته است
I became a lover of his lofty height
For the affairs of lovers have risen high
شدم عاشق به بالای بلندش
که کار عاشقان بالا گرفته است
Since we are under the shadow of his grace
Why has he withdrawn his shadow from us?
چو ما در سایهٔ الطاف اوییم
چرا او سایه از ما وا گرفته است؟
The morning breeze smells of amber today
Has my beloved taken the path of the desert?
نسیم صبح، عنبر بوست امروز
مگر یارم ره صحرا گرفته است؟
From the sea of my two eyes, the pearl of tears
The world has been captured in the pearl of lullabies
ز دریای دو چشمم گوهر اشک
جهان در لؤلؤ لالا گرفته است
The tale of Hafez, O cypress of jasmine scent
Has risen high in describing your stature
حدیث حافظ ای سرو سمن‌بوی
به وصف قد تو بالا گرفته است
No. 4: His sorrow has found shelter in my heart - My mind, like his locks, has turned to madness.
Book: Divan of Hafez