Ghazal 035 from Divan of Hafez

Go about your business, O preacher, what is this outcry?
My heart has fallen from the path, what has befallen you?

Between Him who created from nothing,
There is a moment when nothing was created.

Until her lips reach my heart, like a reed,
All the advice in the world is just wind to my ear.

The beggar of your lane is independent of eight paradises,
The captive of your love is free from both worlds.

Although my intoxication of love has ruined me,
The foundation of my existence is prosperous from that ruin.

O heart, do not lament over your beloved's cruelty and injustice,
For your beloved has destined this for you, and this is from that decree.

Go, do not read tales and cast spells, Hafez,
For I have many memories of these tales and spells.