Hafez · Ghazal 407 · The green field of the sky
مزرع سبز فلک دیدم و داس مه نویادم از کشته خویش آمد و هنگام درو
گفتم ای بخت بخفتیدی و خورشید دمیدگفت با این همه از سابقه نومید مشو
گر روی پاک و مجرد چو مسیحا به فلکاز چراغ تو به خورشید رسد صد پرتو
تکیه بر اختر شب‌دزد مکن کاین عیارتاج کاووس ببرد و کمر کیخسرو
گوشوار زر و لعل ار چه گران دارد گوشدور خوبی گذران است نصیحت بشنو
چشم بد دور ز خال تو که در عرصه حسنبیدقی راند که برد از مه و خورشید گرو
آسمان گو مفروش این عظمت کاندر عشقخرمن مه به جوی خوشه پروین به دو جو
آتش زهد و ریا خرمن دین خواهد سوختحافظ این خرقه پشمینه بینداز و برو
Looking at the new moon, a sickle in the green field of the sky, Hafez remembers his own sowing and wonders what his harvest will be. His fortune seems to have slept, but the answer comes: do not despair, for grace was given before you ever began. Travel light and pure, and even a small lamp can send its rays to the sun. Do not lean on the stars or on outward things; they pass. Let go of pretence, attend to what you are truly sowing, and walk on with hope.
I saw the green field of the sky and the sickle of the new moon;
I remembered my own sowing and the time of harvest.
I said: “O fortune, you have slept, and the sun has risen.”
It said: “Even so, do not despair of what was granted before.”
If you rise to heaven pure and unencumbered, like the Messiah,
from your lamp a hundred rays will reach the sun.
Do not rely on the night-thief star, for this rogue
carried off the crown of Kavus and the belt of Kay Khosrow.
Though the earring of gold and ruby weighs upon the ear,
the season of beauty passes; listen to counsel.
May the evil eye stay far from your mole, which on the board of beauty
moved a pawn that won the stakes from the moon and the sun.
Tell the sky not to boast of its grandeur, for in love
the moon's harvest goes for a barley-grain, and the Pleiades' cluster for two.
The fire of piety and hypocrisy will burn the harvest of faith;
Hafez, throw off this woollen cloak and go.