An omen from Hafez
Ghazal 177
Not everyone who lit his cheek knows how to ravish hearts;
not everyone who forges a mirror knows the mystery of Alexander.
Not everyone who tilted his cap and sat with a haughty air
knows the wearing of the crown, or the true custom of command.
Serve not, as the beggars serve, on the condition of a wage,
for the Friend himself knows well the art of cherishing his slave.
I am the bondsman of the will of that safety-scorning rogue
who, in the guise of a beggar, holds the alchemist's own art.
Faith and a true-kept covenant are fair, if you but learn them;
else every soul you meet knows nothing but the way of tyranny.
I gambled away my maddened heart, and never once did guess
that a mere child of Adam knows the wiles of a very fairy.
A thousand points here lie more fine than any single hair;
not everyone who shaves his head knows the qalandar's true way.
The compass-point of all my sight is drawn from your dark mole,
for only the jeweller knows the worth of the one flawless pearl.
Whoever in form and face has risen king among the fair
will conquer the whole world entire — if only he knows justice.
Of the heart-alluring verse of Hafez that one alone is aware
who knows the grace of native gift, and the speaking of pure Persian.