O Lord, create a reason for my beloved to return safely, Ghazal 89 by Hafez

By @admin | poet: Hafez Shirazi | 5 4

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English Translation:

O Lord, create a reason for my beloved to return safely,
And to free me from the chains of blame.

Bring me the dust from the path of that traveling lover,
So that the world may see the place of her dwelling.

I cry out, for they have blocked every path around me,
That mole, that line, that curl, that face, that form, and that stature.

Today, while I am in your hands, show mercy,
Tomorrow, when I become dust, what good is the tear of regret?

O you who speak of love in speech and expression,
We have no words with you, only good health.

Do not, O dervish, lament the sword of the beloved,
For this group takes compensation from the slain.

Set fire to your robe, for the curve of the cupbearer's eyebrow
Breaks the corner of the imam's prayer niche.

Far be it from me to complain of your cruelty and injustice,
The injustice of the beloved is all kindness and grace.

Let not the discussion of your curl be cut short, O Hafez,
This chain has continued until the Day of Judgment.