چو آفـتاب می از مـشرق پیالـه برآید ز باغ عارض ساقی هزار لالـه برآید

When the sun of wine rises from the east of the cup,
From the garden of the cupbearer's cheek, a thousand tulips arise.

نـسیم در سر گل بشکند کلاله سنبـل چو از میان چمـن بوی آن کـلالـه برآید

The breeze breaks the hyacinth's curls upon the rose's head,
When from the midst of the meadow, the fragrance of those curls arises.

حکایت شب هجران نه آن حکایت حالیست کـه شمه‌ای ز بیانش به صد رسالـه برآید

The tale of the night of separation is not a tale that can be told—
Even a fraction of its expression would fill a hundred treatises.

ز گرد خوان نگون فلک طمع نتوان داشـت کـه بی ملالت صد غصه یک نوالـه برآید

From the dust of fate's inverted table, one cannot expect
That without the grief of a hundred sorrows, a single morsel would arise.

به سعی خود نتوان برد پی به گوهر مقصود خیال باشد کاین کار بی حوالـه برآید

By one's own effort, one cannot find the way to the pearl of one's desire—
It is fantasy to think this work would come about without grace.

گرت چو نوح نبی صبر هست در غم طوفان بـلا بـگردد و کام هزارسالـه برآید

If you have patience like the Prophet Noah in the sorrow of the flood,
The calamity will pass, and the desire of a thousand years will arise.

نـسیم زلف تو چون بگذرد به تربت حافظ ز خاک کالـبدش صد هزار لالـه برآید

When the breeze of your tresses passes over Hafez's grave,
From the dust of his body, a hundred thousand tulips will arise.

The tradition says: the first line your eyes fall upon answers the direct question. The rest elaborates.

But the fifth couplet—به سعی خود نتوان برد پی به گوهر مقصود / خیال باشد کاین کار بی حوالـه برآید—is the heart of this ghazal's fal:

By your own effort alone, you cannot reach the pearl you seek. It is fantasy to think this work would come about without havale — referral, grace, something that must come from the other side.

You asked: is there something or someone here, or am I alone?

Hafez answers: you cannot determine this by effort. The pearl doesn't yield to striving. There must be havale—a transmission, an authorization, a reaching-back from what you seek.

And yet—the sixth couplet: If you have the patience of Noah through the flood, the thousand-year desire will arise.

The closing couplet: even from Hafez's dust, when the Beloved's breeze passes over it, a hundred thousand tulips bloom. Presence animates what would otherwise be inert.

The fal is not "yes, there is someone here." Nor is it "no, you are alone."

It is: the question cannot be answered by your asking. Something must come from the other side. And it may. Keep faith through the flood.