Hafez · Ghazal 249 · Breeze, bring a fragrance from the beloved's road
ای صبا نکهتی از خاک ره یار بیارببر اندوه دل و مژده دل‌دار بیار
نکته‌ای روح‌فزا از دهن دوست بگونامه‌ای خوش خبر از عالم اسرار بیار
تا معطر کنم از لطف نسیم تو مشامشمه‌ای از نفحات نفس یار بیار
به وفای تو که خاک ره آن یار عزیزبی‌غباری که پدید آید از اغیار بیار
گردی از ره‌گذر دوست به کوری رقیببهر آسایش این دیده خون‌بار بیار
خامی و ساده‌دلی شیوه جانبازان نیستخبری از بر آن دل‌بر عیار بیار
شکر آن را که تو در عشرتی ای مرغ چمنبه اسیران قفس، مژده گل‌زار بیار
کام جان تلخ شد از صبر که کردم بی‌دوستعشوه‌ای زان لب شیرین شکربار بیار
روزگاریست که دل چهره مقصود ندیدساقیا آن قدح آینه‌کردار بیار
دلق حافظ به چه ارزد؟ به می‌اش رنگین کنوان گه‌اش مست و خراب از سر بازار بیار
This ghazal is a call for good news, and it comes as a promise that good news is on its way. The breeze is asked to carry off sorrow and bring a letter from the world of secrets. If you have been patient for a long time and the waiting has left a bitter taste, Hafez understands, and asks the cup to become a mirror so that you can see your aim clearly again. One counsel stands out: if you are happy, share your joy with those still in a cage. Good news travels best when it is passed on.
O breeze, bring a fragrance from the dust of the beloved's road;
carry off the heart's sorrow, and bring good news of the one who holds it.
Tell some soul-reviving word from the Friend's mouth;
bring a letter of good news from the world of secrets.
So that I may perfume my senses with the grace of your breeze,
bring a breath of the fragrance of the beloved's breath.
By your faithfulness, bring the dust of that dear one's road,
without the dust of ill feeling that strangers raise.
To spite the rival, bring some dust from the Friend's path
to comfort this eye that weeps blood.
Rawness and simple-heartedness are not the way of those who stake their lives;
bring some news from that clever heart-stealer.
In thanks that you are happy, O bird of the meadow,
bring the captives of the cage good news of the rose garden.
My soul's palate has turned bitter with the patience I kept without the Friend;
bring some sweet coquetry from those sugar-raining lips.
For a long time my heart has not seen the face of its aim;
saqi, bring that cup that works like a mirror.
What is Hafez's patched cloak worth? Stain it with wine,
and then lead him drunk and ruined through the middle of the bazaar.