Un presagio da Hafez
Ghazal 255
The lost Joseph will come home to Canaan — do not grieve;
the hut of sorrows will one day become a rose-garden — do not grieve.
O grief-worn heart, your state will mend — vex not your heart;
and this bewildered head will come again to order — do not grieve.
If once more the spring of life ascend the meadow's throne,
you may draw the rose's canopy overhead, O sweet-singing bird — do not grieve.
If the turning sphere for a day or two ran not to our desire,
the state of the times is never fixed and unchanging — do not grieve.
Ho, fall not into despair, for you know not the hidden mystery;
behind the veil are hidden plays at work — do not grieve.
O heart, though the flood of annihilation uproot the foundation of being,
since Noah is your helmsman, fear not the flood — do not grieve.
If, in the desert, you set out in longing for the Kaaba,
though the camel-thorn reproach you, do not grieve.
Though the stage be full of peril and the goal exceedingly far,
there is no road that has no ending — do not grieve.
Our plight, in parting from the Beloved and the rival's harassing,
is all known to God, the Turner of every state — do not grieve.
O Hafez, in the corner of poverty and the solitude of dark nights,
while your litany is prayer and the study of the Qur'an — do not grieve.