I fear my tears will become a curtain in our grief, Ghazal 226 by Hafez

By @hamed | poet: Hafez Shirazi | 5 4

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English Translation:

I fear my tears will become a curtain in our grief,
And this secret, sealed with a seal, will be revealed to the world.

They say that stone becomes ruby in the realm of patience,
Yes, it can, but it will become so with the blood of the liver.

I wish to go weeping and pleading to the tavern,
Perhaps there I will be freed from the clutches of sorrow.

From every shore, I have sent an arrow of prayer,
May one of them be effective.

O my life, tell our story to the beloved,
But do not tell it in such a way that the morning breeze will hear.

Through the alchemy of your love, my face has turned to gold,
Yes, by the grace of your favor, dust turns to gold.

In the narrowness of my confusion, from the arrogance of my rival,
O God, may it never be that a beggar becomes respected.

There are many things besides beauty that are needed
For one to be accepted by the discerning.

This rebelliousness that is the battlement of the palace of union,
Many heads have been turned to dust at its threshold.

Hafez, as the musk of your locks is in your hand,
Draw a breath, or else the morning breeze will hear.