Ghazal 054 from Divan of Hafez

My eyes, filled with tears, are bloodshot,
See how the people are in their longing for you.

Thinking of your ruby lips and your wine-drunk eyes,
From the cup of sorrow, I drink a ruby wine of blood.

If the sun of your beauty rises from the east of the mountain pass,
My fortune will be auspicious.

The tale of your sweet lips is the speech of Farhad,
The curl of your tresses is the station of Majnun.

Seek my heart, for your stature is like a cypress that attracts hearts,
Speak, for your words are delicate and harmonious.

O saki, bring me relief from afar with a cup of wine,
For the pain in my heart is from the cruelty of the turning sky.

Since the day the beloved river left my eyes,
The hem of my garment is like the Jihun River.

How can my sorrowful heart be happy?
By choice, when it is beyond my control.

Hafez, in his unconsciousness, seeks his beloved,
Like a pauper who demands the treasure of Qarun.