An omen from Hafez
Ghazal 147
The breath of the dawn-wind brought me tidings in the night,
that the day of affliction and of grief was turning toward its close.
To the minstrels of the morning-cup let us give our riven robe,
for this glad promise that the wind of daybreak bore to us.
Come, come — for you, the houri of the garden, Rizwan himself
brought down into this lower world to gladden a wanderer's heart.
We journey now to Shiraz, borne on the favour of our fate;
how blest the fellow-traveller that fortune brought to walk with me!
Strive to console and mend our mind — for this poor cap of felt
has toppled many a jewelled crown that sat upon a king.
What laments went up from my heart to the harvest-field of the moon,
when it stirred the memory of the cheek of that tent-dwelling moon!
Hafez has raised the banner of Mansur up to the very sphere,
for he has borne his refuge home to the presence of the king of kings.