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Hafez · Ghazal 402 · A charming point

نکته‌ای دلکش بگویم خال آن مه‌رو ببینعقل و جان را بسته زنجیر آن گیسو ببین

عیب دل کردم که وحشی‌وضع و هرجایی مباشگفت چشم شیرگیر و غنج آن آهو ببین

حلقه زلفش تماشاخانه باد صباستجان صد صاحب‌دل آن جا بسته یک مو ببین

عابدان آفتاب از دلبر ما غافل‌اندای ملامت‌گو خدا را رو مبین آن رو ببین

زلف دل‌دزدش صبا را بند بر گردن نهادبا هواداران ره رو حیله هندو ببین

این‌که من در جست‌وجوی او ز خود فارغ شدمکس ندیده‌ست و نبیند مثلش از هر سو ببین

حافظ ار در گوشه محراب می‌نالد رواستای نصیحت‌گو خدا را آن خم ابرو ببین

از مراد شاه منصور ای فلک سر برمتابتیزی شمشیر بنگر قوت بازو ببین

The faal · freedom

Sometimes the heart is reproached for wandering, and it answers: look at what drew me. Hafez does not argue with his critics; he invites them to see what he sees. If you have been criticised for what you love, this ghazal suggests you need not defend yourself at length. Let your devotion speak, and let others look for themselves. In seeking what he loves, Hafez has become free of himself, and that freedom is the gift. Stay steady, and trust the strength that stands behind what is right.

The ghazal in English

Let me tell you a charming point: look at that moon-face's mole;
see reason and soul bound in the chain of that hair.

I reproached my heart: “Do not be wild and wander everywhere”;
it said: “Look at the lion-catching eye and the coyness of that gazelle.”

The ring of his curl is the breeze's place of wonder;
see there the souls of a hundred people of heart bound to a single hair.

The sun-worshippers know nothing of our heart-stealer;
O blamer, for God's sake, do not look at that face; look at this one.

His heart-stealing curl has put a halter on the neck of the breeze;
see the dark one's tricks on those who walk the road in devotion.

That in searching for him I have become free of myself,
no one has seen the like, nor will see; look in every direction.

If Hafez laments in the corner of the prayer-niche, it is right;
O counsellor, for God's sake, look at the curve of that eyebrow.

O sky, do not turn your head from King Mansur's wishes;
see the sharpness of his sword, see the strength of his arm.

Translation: Persiahaus Editors [Draft]