Hafez · Ghazal 211 · Last night she came, her face aflame
دوش میآمد و رخساره برافروخته بودتا کجا باز دل غمزدهای سوخته بود
رسم عاشقکشی و شیوه شهرآشوبیجامهای بود که بر قامت او دوخته بود
جان عشاق سپند رخ خود میدانستو آتش چهره بدین کار برافروخته بود
گرچه میگفت که زارت بکشم میدیدمکه نهانش نظری با من دلسوخته بود
کفر زلفش ره دین میزد و آن سنگین دلدر پیاش مشعلی از چهره برافروخته بود
دل بسی خون به کف آورد ولی دیده بریختالله الله، که تلف کرد و که اندوخته بود؟
یار مفروش به دنیا که بسی سود نکردآن که یوسف به زر ناسره بفروخته بود
گفت و خوش گفت برو خرقه بسوزان حافظیا رب این قلبشناسی ز که آموخته بود؟
Harsh words may hide a tender glance, Hafez says: though the beloved threatened him, he saw that secretly she cared. If someone has seemed sharp with you, look a little deeper before you judge. The central counsel here is clear and gentle: do not sell what you truly love for worldly gain, for those who sold Joseph for false gold made little profit. Know what is precious to you and keep it. And if someone tells you a hard truth about your own pretences, take it as a gift. Honesty is the beginning of real love.
Last night she came with her face aflame;
whose grieving heart, I wonder, had she burned this time?
The custom of slaying lovers and the art of stirring up the city
were a robe that had been tailored to her stature.
She held the souls of lovers to be wild rue for her face,
and had kindled the fire of her cheek for this very work.
Though she kept saying, "I will kill you wretchedly," I saw
that secretly she had a tender glance for me, the burned at heart.
The unbelief of her curl waylaid the road of faith, and that stone-hearted one
had lit a torch from her face along its way.
The heart gathered much blood in its hands, but the eye poured it out;
God, God, who squandered it, and who had stored it up?
Do not sell the beloved for the world, for he made little profit
who sold Joseph for counterfeit gold.
She said, and said it well: "Go, burn your cloak, Hafez."
O Lord, from whom had she learned to tell true coin from false?