Un presagio da Hafez
Ghazal 154
Strike up a strain to which a man may sound his answering sigh;
recite a verse with which a man may drain the heavy cup.
If a man can lay his head upon the loved one's threshold-stone,
then he can raise a shout of glory that will reach the very sky.
Our bowed and bending stature seems a slight, small thing to you,
but from this bow a man can loose an arrow into the eyes of foes.
The secrets of the game of love find no room in the cloister-cell;
the cup of the Magian wine a man can drink among the Magians too.
The dervish holds no furnishing of the sultan's palace-hall;
it is we — and one old cloak in which a man may kindle fire.
The men of insight stake both worlds upon a single glance;
it is love — and the first stake a man may lay is the coin of his own soul.
Should the fortune of your union deign to open up a door,
a man may beat his head in hope against that threshold-stone.
Love, and youth, and rendship are the whole sum of desire;
when all the meanings gather in, a man may strike the ball of speech.
Your tress became the highwayman of safety — this is no surprise;
were you a highwayman by trade, a man could rob a hundred caravans.
Hafez, by the truth of the Qur'an, come back from cant and fevered show;
it may be that a man may strike the ball of joy within this world.