By hamed on September 17, 2024
Ghazal 037 from Divan of Hafez
Come, for the palace of hope is very weak-founded,
Bring wine, for the foundation of life is ruined.
I am the slave of one whose spirit is so high,
That he is free from everything that takes on the color of attachment.
What shall I tell you, that last night, drunk and ruined in the tavern,
The herald of the unseen world gave me such glad tidings.
O far-sighted king, the eagle of the celestial tree,
Your abode is not this ruined corner of affliction.
They call out to you from the battlements of the celestial throne,
I do not know what has befallen you in this snare.
Let me give you advice, remember it and act upon it,
For this saying is from the old man of the path.
Do not worry about the world's sorrow and do not forget my advice,
For this jest of my love is from the wayfarer.
Be content with what is given and untie the knot from your brow,
For the door of choice has not opened for me or you.
Do not seek the truth of a covenant from a weak-founded world,
For this old woman is the bride of a thousand grooms.
There is no sign of covenant or loyalty in the rose's smile,
Lament, O heartbroken nightingale, for there is a place for outcry.
Why are you envious, O weak-minded one, of Hafez?
Acceptance of the heart and the grace of speech are God-given.