Hafez · Ghazal 114 · The huma of fortune
همای اوج سعادت به دام ما افتداگر تو را گذری بر مقام ما افتد
حباب‌وار براندازم از نشاط کلاهاگر ز روی تو عکسی به جام ما افتد
شبی که ماه مراد از افق شود طالعبود که پرتو نوری به بام ما افتد
به بارگاه تو چون باد را نباشد بارکی اتفاق مجال سلام ما افتد؟
چو جان فدای لبش شد خیال می‌بستمکه قطره‌ای ز زلالش به کام ما افتد
خیال زلف تو گفتا که جان وسیله مسازکز این شکار، فراوان به دام ما افتد
به ناامیدی از این در مرو، بزن فالیبود که قرعه دولت به نام ما افتد
ز خاک کوی تو هر گه که دم زند حافظنسیم گلشن جان در مشام ما افتد
This is a ghazal of the faal itself: "Do not leave this door in hopelessness; cast a lot, and perhaps fortune will fall in your name." The huma, the bird whose shadow brings good fortune, can still come to a humble house. A single visit, a single reflection in the cup, may change a great deal. You need not offer up your whole self to earn it. Keep your hope steady, stay near the door, and remember that the moon of what you wish for rises on its own night.
The huma of fortune's summit will fall into our snare
if you should chance to pass by our dwelling.
Like a bubble I will toss my cap into the air for joy
if a reflection of your face should fall into our cup.
On the night the moon of our desire rises from the horizon,
perhaps a ray of its light will fall upon our roof.
Since even the wind is not admitted to your court,
when will the chance arise for our greeting to reach you?
When my soul became an offering to her lip, I was imagining
that a drop of its clear water would fall upon my palate.
The image of your curl said, "Do not make your soul the means,
for of this kind of prey a great many fall into our snare."
Do not leave this door in hopelessness; cast a faal:
perhaps the lot of fortune will fall in our name.
Whenever Hafez speaks of the dust of your lane,
the scent of the soul's rose garden reaches our senses.