An omen from Hafez
Ghazal 6
Who will bear this prayer to the sultan's retinue:
that, in thanks for your kingship, you drive not the beggar from your sight?
From the demon-natured rival I take refuge in my God;
perhaps that piercing meteor may lend its aid, for God's sake.
If your black lashes have made a sign toward our blood,
beware their guile, and make no error, O my idol.
You burn a whole world of hearts when you kindle your cheek;
what profit is yours in this, that you show no tenderness?
All night I keep this hope: that the breeze of dawn
will soothe a friend with tidings from the friends.
What a resurrection, my soul, you unveiled to your lovers!
Heart and soul be your face's ransom — show us your cheek.
By God, grant one draught to dawn-rising Hafez,
that the morning prayer may work its grace upon you.