Hafez · Ghazal 58 · A good omen
سر ارادت ما و آستان حضرت دوستکه هر چه بر سر ما می‌رود ارادت اوست
نظیر دوست ندیدم، اگر چه از مه و مهرنهادم آینه‌ها در مقابل رخ دوست
صبا ز حال دل تنگ ما چه شرح دهد؟که چون شکنج ورق‌های غنچه تو بر توست
نه من سبوکش این دیر رندسوزم و بسبسا سرا که در این کارخانه سنگ و سبوست
مگر تو شانه زدی زلف عنبرافشان را؟که باد غالیه‌سا گشت و خاک عنبربوست
نثار روی تو هر برگ گل که در چمن استفدای قد تو هر سروبن که بر لب جوست
زبان ناطقه در وصف شوق نالان استچه جای کلک بریده‌زبان بیهده‌گوست؟
رخ تو در دلم آمد مراد خواهم یافتچرا که حال نکو در قفای فال نکوست
نه این زمان دل حافظ در آتش هوس استکه داغدار ازل همچو لاله خودروست
This is a verse of good omen. Hafez says it outright: the beloved face has come into my heart, so I shall find my desire, for a good outcome follows a good omen. Take that as your answer. Your heart may feel folded tight, like a rosebud whose petals are layered closely, but buds open in their season. Meanwhile, lay your devotion at the right threshold and receive what comes as part of a wiser will. Your longing is not new; it is old and true, like the wild tulip's mark, and it will lead you well.
Our head of devotion, and the threshold of the Friend's presence:
for whatever befalls our head is the Friend's will.
I have seen no equal to the Friend, though I set the moon and sun
as mirrors facing the Friend's face.
What can the breeze tell of the state of our narrow heart,
folded layer on layer like the petals of a bud?
I am not the only jar-carrier in this monastery that burns the rends;
many a head in this workshop has been broken between stone and jar.
Was it you who combed that ambergris-scattering curl,
that the wind has turned to perfume and the earth smells of ambergris?
Scattered before your face is every rose petal in the meadow;
a ransom for your stature is every cypress on the bank of the stream.
The speaking tongue falls to lamenting when it tries to describe longing;
what room is there for the idle pen with its slit tongue?
Your face came into my heart: I shall find my desire,
for a good state follows on the heels of a good omen.
Not only now is Hafez's heart in the fire of desire;
like the wild tulip, it has borne its brand since the first day.