Hafez · Ghazal 187 · Burn, O heart
دلا! بسوز! که سوز تو، کارها بکندنیاز نیم‌شبی، دفع صد بلا بکند
عتاب یار پری‌چهره، عاشقانه بکش!که یک کرشمه، تلافی صد جفا بکند
ز ملک تا ملکوتش، حجاب بردارندهر آن‌که خدمت جام جهان‌نما بکند
طبیب عشق، مسیحا‌دم است و مشفق، لیکچو درد، در تو نبیند؛ که را دوا بکند؟
تو با خدای خود انداز کار! و دل، خوش دار!که رحم اگر نکند مدعی، خدا بکند
ز بخت خفته ملولم، بود که بیداریبه وقت فاتحه صبح، یک دعا بکند؟
بسوخت «حافظ» و بویی به زلف یار نبردمگر دلالت این دولتش، صبا بکند
Hafez tells you that your inner fire is not wasted: the burning of a sincere heart gets things done, and one quiet prayer at midnight can turn away a hundred troubles. Do not be ashamed of the ache you feel; the physician of love can only heal those who know their need. Leave what you cannot control in God's hands and keep your heart glad, for if others show no mercy, God will. Your fortune may seem asleep, but a single morning breeze can still bring the scent of what you long for.
Burn, O heart, for your burning will get things done;
one midnight plea will turn away a hundred troubles.
Bear the reproach of the fairy-faced beloved as a lover should,
for one coquettish glance will make up for a hundred cruelties.
From the earthly kingdom to the heavenly, the veil is lifted
for whoever serves the world-revealing cup.
The physician of love has the breath of the Messiah and is kind, but
if he sees no pain in you, whom will he heal?
Leave your affair with your God, and keep your heart glad,
for if the one who opposes you shows no mercy, God will.
I am weary of my sleeping fortune; might it be that one who is awake
will say a prayer for me at the hour of the dawn Fatiha?
Hafez burned and caught no scent of the beloved's curl;
perhaps the breeze will guide him to this good fortune.