Hafez · Ghazal 243 · Whoever caught your scent on the breeze
بوی خوش تو هر که ز باد صبا شنیداز یار آشنا سخن آشنا شنید
ای شاه حسن، چشم به حال گدا فکنکـاین گوش بس حکایت شاه و گدا شنید
خوش می‌کنم به باده مشکین مشام جانکز دلق‌پوش صومعه بوی ریا شنید
سر خدا که عارف سالک به کس نگفتدر حیرتم که باده‌فروش از کجا شنید
یا رب کجاست محرم رازی که یک زماندل شرح آن دهد که چه گفت و چه‌ها شنید
اینش سزا نبود دل حق‌گزار منکز غمگسار خود سخن ناسزا شنید
محروم اگر شدم ز سر کوی او چه شد؟از گلشن زمانه که بوی وفا شنید؟
ساقی بیا که عشق ندا می‌کند بلندکان کس که گفت قصه ما هم ز ما شنید
ما باده زیر خرقه نه امروز می‌خوریمصد بار پیر میکده این ماجرا شنید
ما می به بانگ چنگ نه امروز می‌کشیمبس دور شد که گنبد چرخ این صدا شنید
پند حکیم محض صواب است و عین خیرفرخنده آن کسی که به سمع رضا شنید
حافظ، وظیفه تو دعا گفتن است و بسدر بند آن مباش که نشنید یا شنید
The final couplet holds your answer: your task is to offer your prayer, your effort, your sincere word, and nothing more; do not trouble yourself over whether it was heard. You may have been hurt by unkind words from someone you trusted, or feel shut out from where you hoped to be. Hafez reminds you that the world is often unfaithful, but a familiar scent still arrives on the morning breeze. Listen to good counsel with an open ear, keep your own heart true, and leave the outcome to a wisdom larger than yours.
Whoever caught your sweet scent on the morning breeze
heard a familiar word from a familiar friend.
O king of beauty, cast an eye on the beggar's state,
for this ear has heard many tales of the king and the beggar.
I refresh the senses of my soul with musky wine,
for it caught the smell of hypocrisy from the cloister's cloaked one.
The secret of God, which the wayfaring gnostic told no one,
I wonder where the wine-seller heard it.
O Lord, where is a confidant of secrets, so that for one moment
my heart could tell what it has said, and all that it has heard?
My heart, which always gave others their due, did not deserve this:
to hear unworthy words from its own consoler.
If I was barred from the head of her lane, what of it?
In the rose garden of this age, who ever caught the scent of faithfulness?
Come, saqi, for love is calling aloud
that whoever told our story heard it from us as well.
It is not only today that we drink wine under the cloak;
a hundred times the tavern elder has heard this tale.
It is not only today that we drink wine to the sound of the harp;
ages ago the dome of heaven heard this sound.
The sage's counsel is pure rightness and goodness itself;
blessed is the one who heard it with a willing ear.
Hafez, your task is to offer your prayer, and nothing more;
do not trouble yourself over whether it was heard or not.