Hafez · Ghazal 10 · Last night our Pir came to the tavern
دوش از مسجد سوی میخانه آمد پیر ماچیست یاران طریقت بعد از این تدبیر ما؟
ما مریدان روی سوی قبله چون آریم؟ چونروی سوی خانه خمار دارد پیر ما
در خرابات طریقت ما به هم منزل شویمکاین‌چنین رفته است در عهد ازل تقدیر ما
عقل اگر داند که دل در بند زلفش چون خوش استعاقلان دیوانه گردند از پی زنجیر ما
روی خوبت آیتی از لطف بر ما کشف کردزان زمان جز لطف و خوبی نیست در تفسیر ما
با دل سنگینت آیا هیچ درگیرد شبیآه آتشناک و سوز سینه شبگیر ما؟
تیر آه ما ز گردون بگذرد حافظ خموشرحم کن بر جان خود پرهیز کن از تیر ما
Someone you look to may have changed direction, or the familiar road has turned somewhere unexpected, and you are asking what to do now. Hafez follows his Pir without fear, trusting that the turn was written long ago and that companions on the Path will share one lodging. Love may look like a chain, he says, but the heart is happy in it. Since beauty once showed you a sign of grace, read what happens in that light. Your sincere longing reaches far; let it work quietly, without bitterness.
Last night our Pir came from the mosque to the tavern;
companions of the Path, what is our course from now on?
How can we disciples turn our faces to the qibla, when
our Pir has turned his face towards the wine-seller's house?
In the tavern of the Path we will share one lodging,
for so our destiny was written on the first day of time.
If reason knew how happy the heart is, bound in his curl,
the wise would go mad to chase after our chain.
Your lovely face revealed to us a verse of grace;
since then there is nothing but grace and beauty in our commentary.
Will they ever, some night, take hold on your heart of stone,
our fiery sigh and the burning of our breast at dawn?
The arrow of our sigh flies beyond the heavens. Hafez, be silent!
Have mercy on your own soul, and beware of our arrow.