The morning breeze brings the scent of my beloved's hair, Ghazal 146 by Hafez

By @hamed | poet: Hafez Shirazi | 3 4

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English Translation:

The morning breeze brings the scent of my beloved's hair,
Stirring the restless heart and setting it on fire.

I uprooted that cypress-like form from the garden of my sight,
For every flower that bloomed from its sorrow brought hardship.

I saw the moon's light shining from the roof of his palace,
Which would hide from the shame of that sun behind the wall.

For fear of the plunder of his love, I released my blood-filled heart,
But it would still shed blood and follow that familiar path.

Now and then, I would go out, following the words of the musician and the cupbearer,
For that difficult path would bring difficult news from that messenger.

All of the beloved's generosity was a path of kindness and grace,
Whether he recited the rosary or wore a girdle.

May God forgive the curve of her eyebrow, although I was powerless,
With a coquettish glance, she would bring a message to my sick heart.

I was amazed last night at Hafez's cup and goblet,
But I didn't forbid him, for he brought it like a Sufi.