Ghazal 320

With a flood of tears, to sleep, I found my way
Thinking of you, in vain, I'd long and pray

To the vision of your brow I lost my cloak
I'd drink to the corner of the altar, old and gray.

Each thought that like a bird flies out as words
The strings of your hair would pluck and play.

Your face, like a vision, in my mind would form and fade
I kiss the face of the moon from far away.

My eyes follow the wine-bearer, ears the harp
Perhaps my eyes and ears my fortune would say and sway.

Till the morn, I paint the picture of your face
On the canvass of the eyes, while sleepless I lay.

With every song, the bearer would give me a cup
I'd sing a song, then drink without delay.

Happy was the time, Hafiz, and good fortune
In the name of long life and lovers every day.