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Hafez · Ghazal 410 · The robe of kingship

ای قبای پادشاهی، راست بر بالای توزینت تاج و نگین از گوهر والای تو

آفتاب فتح را هر دم طلوعی می‌دهداز کلاه خسروی رخسار مه‌سیمای تو

جلوه‌گاه طایر اقبال باشد هر کجاسایه‌ اندازد همای چتر گردون‌سای تو

از رسوم شرع و حکمت با هزاران اختلافنکته‌ای هرگز نشد فوت از دل دانای تو

آب حیوانش ز منقار بلاغت می‌چکدطوطی خوش‌لهجه یعنی کلک شکرخای تو

گرچه خورشید فلک چشم و چراغ عالم استروشنایی‌بخش چشم اوست خاک پای تو

آن چه اسکندر طلب کرد و ندادش روزگارجرعه‌ای بود از زلال جام جان‌افزای تو

عرض حاجت در حریم حضرتت محتاج نیستراز کس مخفی نماند با فروغ رای تو

خسروا ! پیرانه‌سر، حافظ جوانی می‌کندبر امید عفو جان‌بخش گنه‌فرسای تو

The faal · good fortune

This ghazal praises a generous and wise ruler, one who understands a need before it is spoken. For you, it is a reminder that you need not explain every detail of your heart to be understood; the right listener already sees it. Approach the person or the work you have in mind with confidence rather than anxiety. Like Hafez, who feels young again in hope of forgiveness, let yourself begin afresh. A good shade is near, and fortune likes to rest where it falls.

The ghazal in English

O you on whose tall figure the robe of kingship sits true,
the crown and the signet take their beauty from your noble jewel:

Each moment the sun of victory is made to rise
by your moon-bright face beneath the royal cap.

The bird of fortune shows itself wherever
the homa of your sky-touching parasol casts its shade.

Among the rules of law and wisdom, with their thousand disagreements,
not one fine point has ever escaped your knowing heart.

The water of life drips from its beak of eloquence,
that sweet-voiced parrot, I mean your sugar-chewing pen.

Though the sun in the sky is the eye and lamp of the world,
it is the dust beneath your feet that gives its eye light.

What Alexander sought and the age would not give him
was one draught of clear water from your life-giving cup.

In the sanctuary of your presence no one needs to state his need;
no one's secret stays hidden from the light of your judgement.

O king, in his old age Hafez is acting young again,
in hope of your life-giving, sin-erasing pardon.

Translation: Persiahaus Editors [Draft]