Hafez · Ghazal 377 · One night let us raise our hands
ما شبی دست برآریم و دعایی بکنیمغم هجران تو را چاره ز جایی بکنیم
دل بیمار شد از دست، رفیقان مددیتا طبیبش به سر آریم و دوایی بکنیم
آن که بی‌جرم برنجید و به تیغم زد و رفتبازش آرید خدا را که صفایی بکنیم
خشک شد بیخ طرب راه خرابات کجاستتا در آن آب و هوا نشو و نمایی بکنیم
مدد از خاطر رندان طلب ای دل ور نهکار صعب است مبادا که خطایی بکنیم
سایه طایر کم حوصله کاری نکندطلب از سایه میمون همایی بکنیم
دلم از پرده بشد حافظ خوش‌گوی کجاستتا به قول و غزلش ساز نوایی بکنیم
This ghazal is a gentle call to prayer and to company. When the heart feels sick and joy has dried at the root, Hafez does not try to mend it alone: he raises his hands at night, asks friends for help, and wishes for reconciliation with someone who left in anger. Seek wise and generous counsel, he says, not small-spirited advice. If something between you and another has broken, there may still be a way to peace. Lift your hands, ask for help, and let music return to your heart.
One night let us raise our hands and make a prayer,
and find from somewhere a cure for the sorrow of your absence.
The sick heart has slipped from our hands; friends, some help,
so we may bring the physician to its side and find a remedy.
The one who took offence without cause, struck me with the sword and left,
bring him back, for God's sake, so we may make our peace.
The root of joy has withered; where is the road to the tavern,
so that in its water and air we might grow and flourish?
O heart, seek help from the minds of the rendan; otherwise
the work is hard, and we may make some mistake.
The shadow of a small-spirited bird does nothing;
let us seek the shadow of the auspicious huma.
My heart has slipped out of tune; where is sweet-voiced Hafez,
so that with his words and ghazals we may make some music?