Hafez · Ghazal 232 · I have resolved to end this sorrow
بر سر آنم که گر ز دست برآیددست به‌کاری زنم که غصه سرآید
خلوت دل نیست جای صحبت اضداددیو چو بیرون رود فرشته درآید
صحبت حکام ظلمت شب یلداستنور ز خورشید جوی بو که برآید
بر در ارباب بی‌مروت دنیاچند نشینی که خواجه کی به درآید
ترک گدایی مکن که گنج بیابیاز نظر رهروی که در گذر آید
صالح و طالح متاع خویش نمودندتا که قبول افتد و که در نظر آید
بلبل عاشق تو عمر خواه که آخرباغ شود سبز و شاخ گل به برآید
غفلت حافظ در این سراچه عجب نیستهر که به میخانه رفت بی‌خبر آید
This ghazal begins with a resolution: to do something that will bring sorrow to an end. That may be your situation too. Hafez offers clear counsel. Clear your inner space of what does not belong there, and something better will come in. Do not wait endlessly at doors that will not open; turn instead towards the sun, towards what truly gives light. Stay open, for help may come from an unexpected passer-by. And like the nightingale in winter, trust that the garden will turn green again. Your season of blossom is coming.
I have resolved that, if it lies within my power,
I will set my hand to some work that brings this sorrow to an end.
The privacy of the heart is no place for the company of opposites;
when the demon goes out, the angel comes in.
The company of rulers is the darkness of the longest night;
seek light from the sun: perhaps it will rise.
At the door of the world's ungenerous lords
how long will you sit, waiting for the master to come out?
Do not give up begging, for you may find a treasure
in the glance of some traveller passing by.
The good and the wicked have each set out their wares;
let us see whose is accepted, and whose catches the eye.
Lover nightingale, pray for long life, for at last
the garden will turn green and the rose branch will bear fruit.
Hafez's heedlessness in this little house is no wonder:
whoever has gone to the tavern comes back unaware.