Hafez · Ghazal 384 · I burn from your absence
می‌سوزم از فراقت روی از جفا بگردانهجران بلای ما شد، یا رب بلا بگردان
مه جلوه می‌نماید بر سبز خنگ گردونتا او به سر درآید، بر رخش پا بگردان
مرغول را برافشان یعنی به رغم سنبلگرد چمن بخوری همچون صبا بگردان
یغمای عقل و دین را بیرون خرام سرمستدر سر کلاه بشکن در بر قبا بگردان
ای نور چشم مستان در عین انتظارمچنگ حزین و جامی بنواز یا بگردان
دوران همی‌نویسد بر عارضش خطی خوشیا رب نوشته بد از یار ما بگردان
حافظ ز خوبرویان بختت جز این قدر نیستگر نیستت رضایی حکم قضا بگردان
Separation can feel like a fire, and Hafez prays plainly: Lord, turn this trial away. You may pray the same, and wait as he does, in the very eye of expectation. Yet the closing couplet offers a quieter wisdom: fortune gives each of us a certain share, and if we cannot change the decree, we can make peace with it. Ask for what you long for with your whole heart, then rest in what is given, trusting that what is written for the one you love, and for you, is good.
I am burning from your absence; turn your face from cruelty;
separation has become our trial; O Lord, turn the trial away.
The moon is parading on the sky's grey-green horse;
so that it tumbles headlong, set your foot in your own stirrup and ride.
Scatter your curls, that is, to spite the hyacinth,
and like the breeze, carry incense around the meadow.
To plunder reason and faith, step out merry and drunk;
tilt the cap on your head and swirl the robe about you.
O light of the drunkards' eyes, I am waiting in the very eye of expectation;
play the mournful harp, or pass a cup around.
Time is writing a fair line of down on his cheek;
O Lord, turn any ill writing away from our friend.
Hafez, from the fair-faced your fortune is no more than this;
if you are not content, turn back the decree of fate.