روشن از پرتو رویت نظری نیست که نیست
منت خاک درت بر بصری نیست که نیست
ناظر روی تو صاحب نظرانند آری
سر گیسوی تو در هیچ سری نیست که نیست
اشک غماز من ار سرخ برآمد چه عجب
خجل از کرده خود پرده دری نیست که نیست
تا به دامن ننشیند ز نسیمش گردی
سیل خیز از نظرم رهگذری نیست که نیست
تا دم از شام سر زلف تو هر جا نزنند
با صبا گفت و شنیدم سحری نیست که نیست
من از این طالع شوریده برنجم ور نی
بهره مند از سر کویت دگری نیست که نیست
از حیای لب شیرین تو ای چشمه نوش
غرق آب و عرق اکنون شکری نیست که نیست
مصلحت نیست که از پرده برون افتد راز
ور نه در مجلس رندان خبری نیست که نیست
شیر در بادیه عشق تو روباه شود
آه از این راه که در وی خطری نیست که نیست
آب چشمم که بر او منت خاک در توست
زیر صد منت او خاک دری نیست که نیست
از وجودم قدری نام و نشان هست که هست
ور نه از ضعف در آن جا اثری نیست که نیست
غیر از این نکته که حافظ ز تو ناخشنود است
در سراپای وجودت هنری نیست که نیست
O true Beloved from the ray of Thy face ,luminous a glance is not ,that is not
The favour of collyrium of the dust of Thy door ,on an eye is not ,that is not .
Those possessed of sight the prophets who ,with the inward eye ,behold the real beauty of God are the spectator of Thy face .Yes
The desire of Thy tress ,in any ,a desire is not ,that is not .
If through my grief for Thee ,my tear issue red bloody what wonder
Ashamed of that done by himself ,a screen - holder is not that is not .
The water of my eye ,whereon is the favour collyrium of the dust of Thy door
Under a hundred favours of His ,the dust of a door is not that is not .
O Beloved so that on Thy skirt ,a little dust may not settle ,
The torrent of tears from my vision ,a great pathway is not that is not .
For dainty ones ,love's journey is forbidden forbidden
For ,with every step in that path ,a danger is not ,that is not .
So that ,everywhere ,it the breeze ,the acquainted Murshid may not boast of the evening of Thy tress - tip the time of ecstasy of attraction of God's grace
Conversation with the breeze the acquainted Murshid mine a morning is not that is not .
No good counsel is it that the mystery should fall out of the screen .
And ,if not ,in the assembly of profligates ,a piece of news of both worlds is not that is not .
Of this distraught fortune ,I grieve and if not ,
Apportioned from the head of Thy street ,another is not ,that is not .
O sweet fountain from the modesty of Thy sweet lip the stream of divine grace
Now ,steeped in water and sweat of toil of search a piece of sugar the illusory beloved is not ,that is not .
Not from Thy hand ,am I ,heart - bereft ,bloody of liver '
For from grief for Thee ,a liver full of blood is not ,that is not .
In the desert of love for Thee ,the noble lion becometh through fear the crafty fox
Alas ,this Path wherein a danger is not that is not .
From existence ,this degree of name and of fame mine is that is
And if not ,in that place ,from weakness ,an effect is not ,that is not .
On me ,wherefore bindest thou the girdle of malice ,when of love ,
On the waist of my heart and soul ,a girdle is not ,that is not .
From the head of Thy street ,I cannot go a step
And ,if not ,in the heart of the heart - bereft ,a journey is not that is not .
O gleaming torch in thy head ,what hast thou
That ,through thy action ,roast meat ,a liver is not ,that is not .
Save this subtlety that Hafiz is not pleased with thee ,
Wholly ,in thy existence ,a skill is not ,that is not .