Hafez · Ghazal 138 · Remember the one who left
یاد باد آن که ز ما وقت سفر یاد نکردبه وداعی دل غم‌دیده ما شاد نکرد
آن جوان‌بخت که می‌زد رقم خیر و قبولبنده پیر ندانم ز چه آزاد نکرد
کاغذین جامه به خونآب بشویم که فلکرهنمونیم به پای علم داد نکرد
دل به امید صدایی که مگر در تو رسدناله‌ها کرد در این کوه که فرهاد نکرد
سایه تا بازگرفتی ز چمن مرغ سحرآشیان در شکن طره شمشاد نکرد
شاید ار پیک صبا، از تو بیاموزد کارزآن که چالاک‌تر از این حرکت، باد نکرد
کلک مشاطه صنعش نکشد نقش مرادهر که اقرار بدین حسن خداداد نکرد
مطربا! پرده بگردان و بزن راه عراقکه بدین راه بشد یار و ز ما یاد نکرد
غزلیات عراقی‌ست سرود حافظکه شنید این ره دل‌سوز که فریاد نکرد؟
Someone left without a proper farewell, and it may still ache. Hafez does not answer with bitterness; he begins, generously, with "May they be remembered." He lets the music carry his feeling, choosing a mode that suits the road the beloved took. You may do the same: give your longing a form, a song, a letter, a quiet ritual, rather than letting it harden. Honour the beauty you were given, even if it has moved on, and your heart's call will be heard.
May the one be remembered who, setting out, did not remember us,
and did not gladden our grief-worn heart with a farewell.
That young one of happy fortune who wrote the marks of grace and favour,
I do not know why he did not set his old servant free.
I will wash my paper robe in tears of blood, for the heavens
did not guide me to the foot of the banner of justice.
In hope of an echo that might somehow reach you, my heart
has wailed in these mountains as Farhad never did.
Since you withdrew your shade from the meadow, the bird of dawn
has not made its nest in the folds of the boxwood's tresses.
It would be fitting if the messenger breeze learned its work from you,
for the wind has never moved more nimbly than this.
The pen of creation's adorner will not draw the picture of desire
for whoever has not acknowledged this God-given beauty.
Minstrel, change the mode and play the road of Iraq,
for by this road the beloved went, and did not remember us.
The songs of Hafez are ghazals of Iraq;
who has heard this heart-burning tune and not cried out?