Ghazal 030 from Divan of Hafez

Your locks have bound a thousand hearts with a single hair,
And closed the path of a thousand problem-solvers from every direction.

To make lovers give their lives for the scent of her breeze,
She untied a fragrant lock and closed the door of desire.

I became enamored when my beloved, like the new moon,
Made her eyebrows a show and turned away her face.

The wine-pourer poured wine of many colors into the cup,
Look at these patterns, how beautifully they are woven in the gourd.

O Lord, what a wink the wine jug gave that made the wine of the jug bleed,
And with its gurgling cries, it tied a knot in my throat.

What a melody the musician played that, in the curtain of the Sama,
Closed the door of clamor and noise to the people of ecstasy and state.

Hafez! Whoever did not love and yet sought union,
Tied the ihram for the circumambulation of the heart's Kaaba without performing ablutions.