Hafez · Ghazal 99 · Farrokh
دل من در هوای روی فرخبود آشفته همچون موی فرخ
به جز هندوی زلفش هیچ کس نیستکه برخوردار شد از روی فرخ
سیاهی نیکبخت است آن که دائمبود هم‌راز و هم‌زانوی فرخ
شود چون بید لرزان سرو آزاداگر بیند قد دلجوی فرخ
بده ساقی شراب ارغوانیبه یاد نرگس جادوی فرخ
دو تا شد قامتم همچون کمانیز غم پیوسته چون ابروی فرخ
نسیم مشک تاتاری خجل کردشمیم زلف عنبربوی فرخ
اگر میل دل هر کس به جایی‌ستبود میل دل من سوی فرخ
غلام همت آنم که باشدچو حافظ بنده و هندوی فرخ
Farrokh means 'fortunate', and this whole ghazal turns towards that name, as a heart turns towards what it loves. Everyone's heart inclines somewhere, Hafez says; his inclines towards one fortunate face. Ask yourself honestly where your heart is turning. You may already know. Follow that inclination with patience and devotion, and do not worry if others are drawn elsewhere. Lean towards what makes you feel fortunate, and good fortune will tend to meet you along the way.
My heart, in longing for the face of Farrokh,
is as tangled as the hair of Farrokh.
No one but the dark Hindu of his curl
has had the joy of the face of Farrokh.
Fortunate is that dark one who always
is the confidant and close companion of Farrokh.
The free cypress would tremble like the willow
if it saw the heart-winning stature of Farrokh.
Saqi, give me the purple wine
in memory of the magic narcissus of Farrokh.
My stature has bent double like a bow,
joined in grief like the eyebrows of Farrokh.
The breeze of Tartar musk has been put to shame
by the scent of the ambergris curl of Farrokh.
If every heart inclines to some place,
my heart's inclination is towards Farrokh.
I am the servant of the aspiration of anyone who,
like Hafez, is the servant and devoted slave of Farrokh.