By hamed on October 19, 2024
Ghazal 068 from Divan of Hafez
This week my moon departed, and it feels like a year to me,
How can you know the state of separation from you, such a difficult state?
Pupil of the eye saw their own reflection in the grace of your face,
And thought that, that is only a dark mole.
Sweetness still drips from her sugar-like lips,
Even though each of her eyelashes is a skilled killer in coquetry.
O you who are known for your kindness throughout the city,
Alas, what a strange negligence in the matter of strangers!
From now on, there will be no doubt about the purity of my nature,
For your mouth is eloquent in this matter.
They have given me the good news that you will visit us,
Do not change your good intention, for it is a blessed omen.
How can the mountain of sorrow of your separation be endured?
Weary Hafez, whose body is like a reed from wailing.