Hafez · Ghazal 189 · If the bird of fortune passes again
طایر دولت اگر باز گذاری بکندیار بازآید و با وصل، قراری بکند
دیده را دستگه در و گهر، گرچه نماندبخورد خونی و تدبیر نثاری بکند
دوش گفتم: «بکند لعل لبش، چاره من؟»هاتف غیب، ندا داد که: «آری! بکند»
کس نیارد بر او دم زند از قصه مامگرش باد صبا گوش، گذاری بکند
داده‌ام باز نظر را به تذروی، پروازبازخواند مگرش نقش و شکاری بکند
شهر، خالی‌ست ز عشاق؛ بود کز طرفیمردی از خویش برون آید و کاری بکند
کو کریمی که ز بزم طربش، غم‌زده‌ایجرعه‌ای درکشد و دفع خماری بکند؟
یا وفا، یا خبر وصل تو، یا مرگ رقیببود آیا که فلک، زین دو سه، کاری بکند؟
«حافظا»! گر نروی از در او، هم روزیگذری بر سرت از گوشه کناری بکند
Your question has a clear answer in this ghazal: when Hafez asks whether his cure will come, the hidden voice replies, "Yes, it will." The bird of fortune may yet pass your way again. Hafez's counsel is to stay faithful and present, like the lover who does not leave the beloved's door, for one day what you hope for will pass by from some unexpected corner. Offer what you can, even when your store feels empty, and be ready to step beyond yourself and act when the moment comes.
If the bird of fortune passes this way again,
the beloved will come back and settle into union.
Though the eye has no store left of pearls and gems,
it will swallow its blood and find something to scatter as an offering.
Last night I asked, "Will her ruby lip be my cure?"
The hidden voice called out, "Yes, it will."
No one dares breathe a word of our story to her,
unless the morning breeze should pass by her ear.
I have set the falcon of my sight flying after a pheasant;
perhaps its image will call it back, and it will make a catch.
The city is empty of lovers; might it be that from somewhere
a man will step out of himself and get something done?
Where is a generous one, from whose feast of joy someone grieving
may drink a draught and drive the after-ache away?
Either faithfulness, or news of union with you, or the rival's end:
might the heavens bring about one of these two or three?
Hafez, if you do not leave her door, one day
she will pass by you from some corner.