Hafez · Ghazal 291 · We have tested our fortune
ما آزموده‌ایم در این شهر بخت خویشبیرون کشید باید از این ورطه رخت خویش
از بس که دست می‌گزم و آه می‌کشمآتش زدم چو گل به تن لخت لخت خویش
دوشم ز بلبلی چه خوش آمد که می‌سرودگل گوش پهن کرده ز شاخ درخت خویش
کای دل تو شاد باش که آن یار تندخوبسیار تند روی نشیند ز بخت خویش
خواهی که سخت و سست جهان بر تو بگذردبگذر ز عهد سست و سخن‌های سخت خویش
وقت است کز فراق تو وز سوز اندرونآتش درافکنم به همه رخت و پخت خویش
ای حافظ ار مراد میسر شدی مدامجمشید نیز دور نماندی ز تخت خویش
Hafez has tried his luck in one place long enough and feels it is time to move on. If you sense that something has run its course, this ghazal gives you permission to step out of the whirlpool. It also offers a wise rule: if you want the world's hard and soft to pass you lightly, let go of your own weak promises and harsh words. Do not take it to heart when others are short with you; their moods are their own weather. Not every wish is granted, even to Jamshid, and that too is part of life.
We have tested our fortune in this city;
we must drag our belongings out of this whirlpool.
From so much biting my hands and sighing,
like the rose I have set fire to my body, torn to pieces.
Last night how sweet it was to hear a nightingale singing,
while the rose, on the branch of her tree, opened wide her ear:
"O heart, be glad, for that harsh-tempered friend
will often sit frowning at her own fortune."
If you want the world's hard and soft to pass you by,
give up your own weak promises and hard words.
It is time, from your absence and the burning within,
to set fire to all my goods and gear.
Hafez, if every wish were always granted,
Jamshid would not have been parted from his throne.