Hafez · Ghazal 280 · When the breeze loosened her curl
چو بر شکست صبا زلف عنبرافشانشبه هر شکسته که پیوست، تازه شد جانش
کجاست همنفسی؟ تا به شرح عرضه دهمکه دل چه می‌کشد از روزگار هجرانش
زمانه از ورق گل، مثال روی تو بستولی ز شرم تو در غنچه کرد پنهانش
تو خفته‌ای و نشد عشق را کرانه پدیدتبارک الله از این ره که نیست پایانش
جمال کعبه مگر عذر رهروان خواهد؟که جان زنده‌دلان سوخت در بیابانش
بدین شکسته بیت الحزن که می‌آردنشان یوسف دل از چه زنخدانش؟
بگیرم آن سر زلف و به دست خواجه دهمکه سوخت حافظ بی‌دل ز مکر و دستانش
Love here is a road without end, and Hafez blesses it rather than despairing of it. The desert on the way to the Kaaba is long and burning, yet its beauty makes amends to every pilgrim. Perhaps your own journey has felt long. Notice the first couplet: when the breeze loosened the beloved's curl, everything broken that it touched came alive again. Look for a kindred spirit to share what weighs on you, and trust that news of your lost Joseph may yet reach the house of sorrows.
When the breeze broke loose her ambergris-scattering curl,
every broken one it touched found its soul made new.
Where is a kindred spirit, that I may set out in full
what the heart endures through the days of separation?
Time fashioned an image of your face from a rose petal,
but out of shame before you hid it in the bud.
You are asleep, and love has found no shore;
God be praised for this road that has no end.
Will the beauty of the Kaaba perhaps make amends to the pilgrims,
for the souls of the living-hearted burned in its desert?
To this broken house of sorrows, who will bring
news of the Joseph of the heart from the well of her chin?
I will seize the tip of that curl and hand it to the master,
for heartless Hafez has burned from its tricks and wiles.