Hafez · Ghazal 360 · If I go home from this ruined lodging
گر از این منزل ویران به سوی خانه رومدگر آنجا که روم عاقل و فرزانه روم
زین سفر گر به سلامت به وطن باز رسمنذر کردم که هم از راه به میخانه روم
تا بگویم که چه کشفم شد از این سیر و سلوکبه در صومعه با بربط و پیمانه روم
آشنایان ره عشق گرم خون بخورندناکسم گر به شکایت سوی بیگانه روم
بعد از این دست من و زلف چو زنجیر نگارچند و چند از پی کام دل دیوانه روم
گر ببینم خم ابروی چو محرابش بازسجده شکر کنم و از پی شکرانه روم
خرم آن دم که چو حافظ به تولای وزیرسرخوش از میکده با دوست به کاشانه روم
You may be in the middle of a journey or a passage, hoping to come home safely and a little wiser. Hafez makes vows of gratitude: if he returns, he will celebrate and share what the road has taught him. He also chooses loyalty: whatever hurt comes from those who walk love's road beside him, he will not carry complaints to strangers. Hold on to what you truly love instead of chasing every passing want. And when the thing you hope for comes back to you, remember to give thanks.
If from this ruined lodging I go back towards home,
wherever I go after that, I will go wise and sensible.
If from this journey I reach my homeland safely,
I have vowed to go straight from the road to the tavern.
To tell what was revealed to me on this path of seeking,
I will go to the cloister door with a lute and a cup.
If those who know love's road drink my blood,
I am worthless if I go complaining to a stranger.
From now on, my hand and the beloved's chain-like curl:
how long, how long must I go chasing the wants of a crazed heart?
If I see again the curve of her eyebrow like a prayer-niche,
I will bow in thanks and go to make my offering of gratitude.
Happy the moment when, like Hafez, devoted to the vizier,
I go merry from the tavern with the friend to my home.