Hafez · Ghazal 469 · The scent of the sanctuary
أتت روائح رند الحمی و زاد غرامیفدای خاک در دوست باد جان گرامی
پیام دوست شنیدن سعادت است و سلامتمن المبلغ عنی إلی سعاد سلامی؟
بیا به شام غریبان و آب دیده من بینبه سان باده صافی در آبگینه شامی
إذا تغرد عن ذی الأراک طائر خیرفلا تفرد عن روضها أنین حمامي
بسی نماند که روز فراق یار سر آیدرأیت من هضبات الحمی قباب خیام
خوشا دمی که درآیی و گویمت به سلامتقدمت خیر قدوم نزلت خیر مقام
بعدت منک و قد صرت ذائبا کهلالاگر چه روی چو ماهت ندیده‌ام به تمامی
و إن دعیت بخلد و صرت ناقض عهدفما تطیب نفسی و ما استطاب منامی
امید هست که زودت به بخت نیک ببینمتو شاد گشته به فرماندهی و من به غلامی
چو سلک در خوشاب است شعر نغز تو حافظکه گاه لطف سبق می‌برد ز نظم نظامی
A scent on the wind, a bird singing from a far tree, the first tents seen on the hills: this ghazal is full of signs that a long separation is drawing to a close. Hafez imagines the moment of welcome and the words he will say. If you are waiting for someone or something to return to you, let these images comfort you. Stay faithful to what you love, and keep your heart ready to say, "Your coming is the best of comings." Even tears can shine like clear wine in a glass.
The scent of the sanctuary's bay trees came, and my longing grew;
may my dear life be a ransom for the dust at the Friend's door.
To hear the Friend's message is happiness and well-being;
who will carry my greeting to Su'ad?
Come to the evening of the strangers and see my tears,
like clear wine in a glass from Damascus.
When a bird of good omen sings from the tree of Arak,
let my dove's lament not be left out of its garden.
It will not be long before the day of separation from the beloved ends;
I have seen, on the hills of the sanctuary, the domes of tents.
Happy the moment you come in and I say to you, "Welcome:
your coming is the best of comings; you have alighted in the best of places."
Far from you, I have wasted away like a crescent moon,
though I have never seen your moon-like face in full.
And if I were called to paradise and broke my pledge to you,
my soul would know no pleasure, and sleep would not be sweet.
I hope to see you soon, with good fortune:
you glad in your command, and I in my service.
Like a string of lustrous pearls is your fine verse, Hafez,
which in its grace at times outruns the poetry of Nezami.