Ghazal 012 from Divan of Hafez

O radiance of the moon of beauty, from your shining face,
The water of goodness flows from the well of your chin.

The soul at the edge of life desires to see you,
Will it return or rise? What is your command?

No one gained any benefit from the circle of your narcissus,
It is better not to sell modesty to your intoxicated ones.

Our sleepy fortune will awaken,
For your shining face has cast water upon our eyes.

Send a bouquet of flowers with the breeze,
So that we may hear a scent from the soil of your garden.

May your life and desires be fulfilled, O cupbearers of Jam's feast,
Though our cup was not filled with wine in your era.

The heart is in ruin, inform the beloved,
Beware, O friends, my life and your life.

When will this desire be fulfilled, O Lord, that our united mind,
Becomes entangled with your disheveled hair?

Keep your hem away from dust and blood as you pass by us,
For many have been slain on this path, sacrificed for you.

Hafez makes a prayer, listen and say Amen,
May our sustenance be your sugar-scattering ruby lips.

O breeze, tell the inhabitants of Yazd from us,
That the heads of the ungrateful are like your polo ball.

Though we are far from the court of proximity, our ambition is not distant,
We are the servants of your king and the praisers of you.

O high-born king, for God's sake, make an effort,
So that I may kiss the soil of your threshold like a star.