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New Ghazal Posted: My heart, far from your face, yearns for the meadow of separation, Ghazal 117 by Hafez
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My heart, far from your face, yearns for the meadow of separation, Ghazal 117 by Hafez
Description: English Translation:
My heart, far from your face, yearns for the meadow of separation,
For it is bound like a cypress and bears the wound of a tulip.
My head will not bow to the bow of anyone's eyebrow,
For within the hearts of hermits, there is detachment from the world.
I have the glow of a violet because it breathes from your curl,
Consider me a worthless black, but see what is in my mind!
Wander in the meadow and look at the edge of the flower bed, where the tulip
Resembles a king's companion, who holds a goblet in his hand.
How can one reach the night of darkness and the wilderness?
Unless the candle of your face guides my way.
It is fitting for me and the morning candle to weep together,
For we have burned, and our idol has forgotten us.
It is fitting for me, like a January cloud, to weep over this meadow,
See how the crow has taken the nightingale's nest of joy.
The heart of the suffering Hafez is busy with the lesson of love,
For it has neither the mind for spectacle nor the desire for the garden.