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Hafez · A nightingale held a rose petal

بلبلی برگ گلی خوش رنگ در منقار داشتو اندر آن برگ و نوا خوش ناله‌های زار داشت

گفتمش در عین وصل این ناله و فریاد چیستگفت ما را جلوه معشوق در این کار داشت

یار اگر ننشست با ما نیست جای اعتراضپادشاهی کامران بود از گدایی عار داشت

در نمی گیرد نیاز و ناز ما با حسن دوستخرم آن کز نازنینان بخت برخوردار داشت

خیز تا بر کلک آن نقاش جان افشان کنیمکاین همه نقش عجب در گردش پرگار داشت

گر مرید راه عشقی فکر بدنامی مکنشیخ صنعان خرقه رهن خانه خمار داشت

وقت آن شیرین قلندر خوش که در اطوار سیرذکر تسبیح ملک در حلقه زنار داشت

چشم حافظ زیر بام قصر آن حوری سرشتشیوه جنات تجری تحتها الانهار داشت

The faal · longing

Like the nightingale who laments even with the rose petal in its beak, you may feel longing in the very place you hoped to feel content. Hafez explains that this ache is itself a sign of love: beauty calls out the song. Do not take a beloved's distance as rejection, and do not let fear of others' opinions turn you from your true path. Admire the hand that drew the wondrous pattern of your life. What feels like yearning now may be a deepening, not a loss.

The ghazal in English

A nightingale held in its beak a rose petal of lovely colour,
and with that petal and its song it made sweet, piteous laments.

I said to it: "In the very midst of union, what is this lament and crying?"
It said: "The beloved's splendour has set us to this work."

If the beloved did not sit with us, there is no cause for complaint:
a fortunate king, he was ashamed of beggary.

Our pleading and our pride make no impression on the Friend's beauty;
happy is he whose fortune drew enjoyment from the delicate ones.

Rise, let us scatter our souls upon the pen of that Painter
who held all these wondrous images in the turning of the compass.

If you are a disciple of love's path, do not think of ill repute:
Shaykh San'an pawned his cloak at the house of the wine-seller.

Happy the time of that sweet qalandar who, in the stages of his journey,
kept the angels' rosary-chant within the circle of the zunnar.

The eye of Hafez, beneath the roof of that houri-natured one's palace,
had the way of "gardens beneath which rivers flow".

Translation: Persiahaus Editors [Draft]