Ghazal 042 from Divan of Hafez

To tell you my heart's state is a desire,
To hear the news of my heart is a desire.

See the raw hope that it is a desire
To hide my open secret from rivals.

To sleep with you until dawn on such a precious
Night of Power is a desire.

Alas, that such a delicate pearl
Should be lost in the dark night is a desire.

O gentle breeze, aid me tonight,
For I desire to blossom at dawn.

For honor's sake, at the tip of my eyelashes,
It is my desire to tread the dust of your path.

Like Hafez, in spite of the claimants,
It is my desire to speak witty poetry.