Hafez · Ghazal 465 · I went into the garden at dawn
رفتم به باغ صبحدمی تا چنم گلیآمد به گوش ناگهم آواز بلبلی
مسکین چو من به عشق گلی گشته مبتلاو اندر چمن فکنده ز فریاد غلغلی
می‌گشتم اندر آن چمن و باغ دم به دممی‌کردم اندر آن گل و بلبل تاملی
گل یار حسن گشته و بلبل قرین عشقآن را تفضلی نه و این را تبدلی
چون کرد در دلم اثر آواز عندلیبگشتم چنان که هیچ نماندم تحملی
بس گل شکفته می‌شود این باغ را ولیکس بی بلای خار نچیده‌ست از او گلی
حافظ مدار امید فرج از مدار چرخدارد هزار عیب و ندارد تفضلی
On a morning walk Hafez hears a nightingale singing to a rose, and recognises himself: the rose keeps its beauty, the nightingale keeps its love, and neither changes. Perhaps you, too, are loving something that does not easily answer back. Hafez offers no false promise; he simply observes that no one has ever gathered a rose without meeting a thorn. Accept the thorn as part of the rose. Your constancy is itself something beautiful, and the garden still has many roses in bloom.
I went into the garden one dawn to pick a rose;
suddenly a nightingale's voice came to my ear.
Poor thing, like me, it was stricken with love for a rose,
and had filled the meadow with the clamour of its cries.
I wandered in that meadow and garden, moment by moment,
reflecting on that rose and that nightingale.
The rose had become the companion of beauty, and the nightingale the partner of love;
the one would grant no favour, and the other would not change.
When the nightingale's song took hold of my heart,
I became such that no patience remained in me.
Many a rose blooms in this garden, but
no one has picked a rose from it without the trouble of the thorn.
Hafez, do not hope for relief from the turning of the wheel;
it has a thousand faults and grants no favour.