The Vigil of the Watchman

Is it Your image, cruel Friend, that mocks my weary sight all through the night?
Do You command these heavy lids to Keep seeking Your light all through the night?

Have You dispatched Your spirit here, to spy upon my cups of wine,
To catalog my idle shames and whisper of my spite all through the night?

Oh, no! Forgive this foolish thought; Your heart is not possessed by care;
It is my own intoxicated soul that bars its flight all through the night.

I play the drunken watchman at Your door, while You carouse elsewhere;
My love alone defeats my rest and keeps the vigil bright all through the night.

Hafez, you wait far from Her curls, while rivals share Her cup just now;
They taste the sugar of Her lips in deep delight all through the night.