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Hafez · Ghazal 126 · Without the beloved's beauty

جان، بی‌جمال جانان میل جهان نداردهر کس که این ندارد حقا که آن ندارد

با هیچ کس نشانی زان دلستان ندیدمیا من خبر ندارم یا او نشان ندارد

هر شبنمی در این ره صد بحر آتشین استدردا که این معما شرح و بیان ندارد

سرمنزل فراغت نتوان ز دست دادنای ساروان فروکش کاین ره کران ندارد

چنگ خمیده‌قامت می‌خواندت به عشرتبشنو که پند پیران هیچت زیان ندارد

ای دل طریق رندی از محتسب بیاموزمست است و در حق او کس این گمان ندارد

احوال گنج قارون کایام داد بر باددر گوش دل فروخوان تا زر نهان ندارد

گر خود رقیب شمع است اسرار از او بپوشانکان شوخ سربریده بند زبان ندارد

کس در جهان ندارد یک بنده همچو حافظزیرا که چون تو شاهی کس در جهان ندارد

The faal · rest

"This road has no end," Hafez tells the camel-driver, "so set down the load and rest where there is ease." You need not reach the end to be allowed to stop. Listen to the old harp and to the counsel of those who have lived long: enjoy what is given, and remember that hoarded treasures scatter like Qarun's. Keep your deepest secrets close, even from those who seem near. What you love is what gives the world its meaning; let that be enough for today.

The ghazal in English

Without the beauty of the beloved, the soul has no desire for the world;
whoever lacks this, truly, lacks that as well.

I have seen no trace of that heart-stealer in anyone;
either I have no news, or she leaves no trace.

Every dewdrop on this road is a hundred seas of fire;
alas, this riddle has no explanation or account.

The station of ease is not something to let slip from your hand;
camel-driver, set down the load, for this road has no end.

The harp, bent with age, calls you to pleasure;
listen, for the counsel of the old will do you no harm.

O heart, learn the ways of the rend from the muhtasib:
he is drunk, and no one suspects him of it.

The tale of Qarun's treasure, which time scattered to the wind,
recite into the ear of the heart, so that it keeps no gold hidden.

Even if the candle is your watchman, hide your secrets from it,
for that saucy one with the severed head cannot hold its tongue.

No one in the world has a single servant like Hafez,
because no one in the world has a king like you.

Translation: Persiahaus Editors [Draft]