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New Ghazal Posted: It was not fate that killed this weary one with your sword, Ghazal 209 by Hafez
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It was not fate that killed this weary one with your sword, Ghazal 209 by Hafez
Description: English Translation:
It was not fate that killed this weary one with your sword,
Or else there would be no fault in your heartless soul.
When I, a madman, released your tresses,
Nothing was more fitting for me than a chain.
O Lord, what essence does this mirror of beauty have?
That my sighs had no power to influence it.
I raised my head from sorrow to the doors of the tavern,
As there was no sage in the monastery who knew you.
Nothing more delicate than your stature grew in the garden of grace,
Nothing more beautiful than your image in the world of painting.
So that perhaps like a gentle breeze I might reach your street again,
My result yesterday was nothing but the nighttime lamentation.
What I suffered from you, O fire of separation, was like a candle,
There was no remedy but my own annihilation from your hand.
A verse was the torment of Hafez's sorrow without you,
Which needed no interpretation for anyone.