A star shone brightly and became the moon of the gathering, Ghazal 167 by Hafez

By @hamed | poet: Hafez Shirazi | 7 4

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English Translation:

A star shone brightly and became the moon of the gathering,
It became the companion and solace of our weary heart.

My beloved, who did not go to school and learn to write,
With a glance, became a teacher to me, more learned than a hundred teachers.

With her scent, the sick heart of lovers, like the morning breeze,
Became a sacrifice to her rose-like cheek and narcissus-like eye.

Now my friend seats me at the head of the gathering,
Look at the beggar of the city who has become the king of the assembly.

She has tied the imagination to the water of life and Alexander's cup,
And become a drinker of the Sultan of the Fountains.

The abode of joy and love is now populated,
For my beloved's arched eyebrow has become its architect.

Cleanse your lips from the moisture of wine for God's sake,
For my mind is filled with thousands of sins.

Your coquetry has become a wine for lovers,
That knowledge has become ignorant and reason has become senseless.

My poetry, like gold, is precious, indeed,
The acceptance of the rulers has turned this base metal into gold.

Turn your reins from the path of the tavern, friends,
For Hafez went this way and became impoverished.