Hafez · Ghazal 207 · Remember when I lived at your lane
یاد باد آن که سر کوی توام منزل بوددیده را روشنی از خاک درت حاصل بود
راست چون سوسن و گل از اثر صحبت پاکبر زبان بود مرا آن‌چه تو را در دل بود
دل چو از پیر خرد نقل معانی می‌کردعشق می‌گفت به شرح آن‌چه بر او مشکل بود
آه از آن جور و تطاول که در این دامگه استآه از آن سوز و نیازی که در آن محفل بود
در دلم بود که بی‌دوست نباشم هرگزچه توان کرد؟ که سعی من و دل باطل بود
دوش بر یاد حریفان به خرابات شدمخم می دیدم، خون در دل و پا در گل بود
بس بگشتم که بپرسم سبب درد فراقمفتی عقل در این مسأله لایعقل بود
راستی خاتم فیروزه بواسحاقیخوش درخشید ولی دولت مستعجل بود
دیدی آن قهقهه کبک خرامان حافظ؟که ز سرپنجه شاهین قضا غافل بود
Hafez remembers a time of closeness when what was in one heart was on the other's tongue, and he grieves that it has passed. If you are mourning something that shone brightly but did not last, this ghazal understands. Reason cannot fully explain the pain of separation, and you do not need to force an explanation. Hafez's quiet counsel is to hold good fortune with humility, like the turquoise ring that shone and was gone. Cherish what you had, let it go gently, and walk forward with an open, wiser heart.
Remember when my dwelling was at the head of your lane,
and my eye took its light from the dust of your door.
Just like the lily and the rose, through pure companionship,
what was in your heart was on my tongue.
When the heart was learning meanings from the elder of reason,
love would explain whatever he found hard.
Ah, the cruelty and oppression in this house of snares!
Ah, the burning and the longing in that gathering!
It was in my heart never to be without the Friend;
what can be done? My striving and my heart's were in vain.
Last night, remembering my companions, I went to the tavern;
I saw the wine-jar, its heart full of blood, its feet in the clay.
I wandered long, to ask the cause of the pain of separation;
the mufti of reason was out of his reason on this question.
Truly, the turquoise ring of Bu Eshaq
shone beautifully, but its fortune was brief.
Did you see the laughter of the strutting partridge, Hafez,
that never noticed the claw of the falcon of fate?