Hafez Ghazal 250

Show me your face and make me forget my existence

   Tell the wind to take the harvest of the burned

Since we gave up our heart and eyes to the storm of affliction

   Say, “Come flood of sorrow, tear this house from its foundations.”

Who can smell her curls, like fresh ambergris?

   Alas! O raw heart, forget this talk

You could say that my breast overwhelms the fire-temple of Fars

   You could say that my eyes disgrace the Tigris of Baghdad

Long live the old Magus, let the wind take the rest

   To anyone else say, “Go forget my name”

Make no effort on this road and you will not arrive

   If you seek the reward, do the will of your teacher

Promise to let me see you for one moment on the day of my death

   And then take me, happy and free, to my grave

Last night she said, “I will kill you with my long eyelashes.”

   O lord, banish the thought of cruelty from her mind

Hafez, think of the beloved’s tenderness,

   Leave her threshold and take this cry and complaint with you

 Original:

                روی بنما و وجود خودم از یاد ببر

خرمن سوختگان را همه گو باد ببر

                    ما چو دادیم دل و دیده به طوفان بلا

گو بیا سیل غم و خانه ز بنیاد ببر

                   زلف چون عنبر خامش که ببوید هیهات

ای دل خام طمع این سخن از یاد ببر

                         سینه گو شعله آتشکده فارس بکش

دیده گو آب رخ دجله بغداد ببر

                    دولت پیر مغان باد که باقی سهل است

دیگری گو برو و نام من از یاد ببر

                   سعی نابرده در این راه به جایی نرسی

مزد اگر می‌طلبی طاعت استاد ببر

                        روز مرگم نفسی وعده دیدار بده

وان گهم تا به لحد فارغ و آزاد ببر

                  دوش می‌گفت به مژگان درازت بکشم

یا رب از خاطرش اندیشه بیداد ببر

                   حافظ اندیشه کن از نازکی خاطر یار

برو از درگهش این ناله و فریاد ببر

Compare with:

Lyircs:

voces doy al viento
y grito al alto cielo
porque yo tengo
una llama viva
dentro de mi pecho

Translation:

I give voice to the wind

and cry to high heaven
because I have
open flame
within my breast

“For years my heart inquired of me‚”

TRANSLATED BY DICK DAVIS

Read the translator’s notes

I said, “I suffer because of you.” She said, “Your suffering will end.”

I said, “Become my moon.” She said, “If it comes to pass.”

I said, “From lovers learn the custom of loyalty.”

She said, “Among the moon-faced ones this is rarely found.”

I said, “I will barricade your image from the road of my sight.”

She said, “It is a thief, and will come a different way.”

I said, “The scent of your hair has led me astray in the world.”

She said, “If you understand, it can also be your guide.”

I said, “Happy is the wind that rises from the garden of beauty.”

She said, “Fresh is the breeze that comes from my alleyway.”

I said, “Thirst for your ruby libs killed us with hope.”

She said, “Serve it, for it comes to nourish its servants.”

I said, “When does your merciful heart intend a truce?”

She said, “Speak of this to no one until that time comes.”

I said, “Did you see how these joyful times ended?”

She said, “Be quiet, Hafiz. This grief will also end.”

From: The Green Sea of Heaven: Fifty ghazals from the Diwan of Hafiz. Translated by Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr. Ashland, Oregon: White Cloud Press, 2002. p. 111

Original:

English version:

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The Peacock

Until your hair falls through the fingers of the breeze

My yearning heart lies torn apart with grief

 Black as sorcery, your magic eyes

Render this existence an illusion

 The dusky mole encircled by your curls

Is like the ink-drop falling in the curve of the jeem (ج)

 And wafting tresses in the perfect garden of your face,

Drop like a peacock falling into paradise

My soul searches for the comfort of a glance

Light as the dust arising from your path

Unlike the dust, this earthly body stumbles,

Falling at your threshold, falling fast

Your shadow falls across my frame

Like the breath of Jesus over withered bones

And those who turn to the Ka’aba as their sanctuary

Now with the knowledge of your lips, tumble at the tavern door

 O precious love, the suffering of your absence and lost Hafez

Fell and fused together with the ancient past

The Fish

When my beloved offers the cup

Graven idols are crushed

 And those who gaze into that intoxicating eye

Cry out for the police

 I plunge into the ocean like a fish

Craving the beloved’s hook

 I fall pleading at those feet

In hope of a helping hand.

 Happy is the heart who like Hafez

Is drunk with the wine of pre-eternity

modified from Jila Peacock’s Ten Poems form Hafez. Sylph Editions, 2006