Hafez · Ghazal 35 · Go about your business, preacher
برو به کار خود ای واعظ این چه فریادست؟مرا فتاد دل از ره، تو را چه افتادست؟
میان او که خدا آفریده است از هیچدقیقه‌ای‌ست که هیچ آفریده نگشادست
به کام تا نرساند مرا لبش، چون ناینصیحت همه عالم به گوش من بادست
گدای کوی تو از هشت خلد، مستغنی‌ستاسیر عشق تو از هر دو عالم آزادست
اگر چه مستی عشقم خراب کرد ولیاساس هستی من زآن خراب، آبادست
دلا منال ز بیداد و جور یار که یارتو را نصیب همین کرد و این از آن دادست
برو فسانه مخوان و فسون مدم حافظکز این فسانه و افسون مرا بسی یادست
Others may be offering a great deal of advice about your path, and it can begin to sound like wind in your ear. Hafez sends the preacher on his way without anger and keeps listening to his own heart. He sees something surprising: what looks like ruin from the outside has become the very foundation of his life. Do not be quick to call your own path a mistake. Accept your portion with grace rather than complaint, set aside old stories and charms, and trust what you know within.
Go about your business, preacher: what is all this shouting?
My heart has fallen from the road; what has befallen you?
In her waist, which God created out of nothing,
there is a subtlety no created being has unravelled.
Until her lip brings me my desire, as it does the reed flute,
the advice of the whole world is wind in my ear.
The beggar of your lane has no need of the eight paradises;
the captive of your love is free of both worlds.
Though the drunkenness of love has ruined me,
the foundation of my being is built up from that ruin.
O heart, do not complain of the beloved's injustice and cruelty, for the beloved
gave you this as your portion, and this is justice.
Go, Hafez, do not recite tales or breathe spells,
for I remember many of these tales and spells.