Hafez · Ghazal 415 · Messenger of the true, tell
ای پیک راستان خبر یار ما بگواحوال گل به بلبل دستان‌سرا بگو
ما محرمان خلوت انسیم غم مخوربا یار آشنا سخن آشنا بگو
بر هم چو می‌زد آن سر زلفین مشک‌باربا ما سر چه داشت؟ ز بهر خدا بگو
هر کس که گفت «خاک در دوست توتیاست»گو «این سخن معاینه در چشم ما بگو»
آن کس که منع ما ز خرابات می‌کندگو «در حضور پیر من این ماجرا بگو»
گر دیگرت بر آن در دولت گذر بودبعد از ادای خدمت و عرض دعا بگو
هر چند ما بدیم تو ما را بدان مگیرشاهانه ماجرای گناه گدا بگو
بر این فقیر، نامه آن محتشم بخوانبا این گدا حکایت آن پادشا بگو
جان‌ها ز دام زلف چو بر خاک می‌فشاندبر آن غریب ما چه گذشت؟ ای صبا بگو
جان‌پرور است قصه ارباب معرفترمزی برو بپرس، حدیثی بیا بگو
حافظ گرت به مجلس او راه می‌دهندمی نوش و ترک زرق ز بهر خدا بگو
You are waiting for news, a word from someone or something you care for, and Hafez sends a trusted messenger on your behalf. His counsel is to speak plainly, as a friend to a friend, without fear. If you have fallen short, ask to be judged generously, and offer that same generosity to others. Seek out people who understand the deeper things; their stories feed the soul. And when the door opens for you, enter it honestly, leaving all pretence behind.
O messenger of the true, tell us news of our beloved;
tell the rose's state to the nightingale who sings his tales.
We are confidants of the private room of intimacy; do not worry:
speak a friend's words to a friend.
When she tossed those musk-scattering curls,
what did she intend for us? For God's sake, tell.
Whoever said, "The dust of the Friend's door is balm for the eyes,"
tell him, "Say it to our eyes, as one who has seen."
The one who forbids us the tavern,
tell him, "Tell this story in the presence of my Pir."
If you should pass by that door of fortune again,
after your service and your prayers are offered, tell her.
Though we are bad, do not hold it against us;
tell the story of the beggar's sin in a kingly way.
Read that great one's letter to this poor man;
tell this beggar the tale of that king.
When she shook souls from the snare of her curl onto the dust,
what happened to that stranger of ours? O breeze, tell.
The story of the knowers of truth nourishes the soul:
go and ask a mystery, come and tell a tale.
Hafez, if they let you into her gathering,
drink wine, and for God's sake, give up pretence.