غزل شمارهٔ 88

I heard a pleasant speech that the old man of Kan’an uttered: “Separation from the true Beloved maketh not that which can be uttered.”

The tale of terror of the resurrection day, which the city-admonisher uttered? Is a hint, which, of the time of separation, he uttered.

Of whom, may I ask the trace of the Beloved, many a journey made? For whatever the wind’s messenger uttered, confusedly he uttered.

Alas! that unkind moon, the Friend’s enemy, For the abandoning the society of his own lovers, how easily he uttered!

After this I and the stage of contentment, and thanks to my rival: For accustomed to pain by thee, my heart hath become; and the abandonment of remedy uttered

With wine of many years, repel ye the old grief: For, the seed of happy-heartedness is this. It, the Pir of the village uttered.

Fix not a knot on the wind though, on thy object, it favorably blow, For to Soleiman this speech, as a proverb, the wind, uttered.

For a frivolous excuse that the sky may give thee, go not from the Path Who told thee, that, the abandoning of tales, this old woman uttered.

As to “how and why,” express no breath. For the happy slave Accepteth with soul every word that the Sultan uttered.

From thought of thee, who said Hafez hath come back’? This, I have not said. He who uttered it, calumny uttered.