Un presagio da Hafez
Ghazal 286
Last night a skilful, sharp-witted one told me in secret—
and the wine-seller's secret should not be hidden from you:
He said: take all things lightly upon yourself, for by nature
the world grows harsh upon the folk who strive too hard.
Then he handed me a cup, at whose radiance in the sky
Venus fell to dancing, and, playing her lute, cried 'Drink!'
With a bloodied heart, bring a smiling lip, like the cup;
no—if a wound should reach you, break into clamour, like the harp.
Until you grow intimate, you catch no hint from behind this veil;
the ear of the uninitiate is no place for the angel's message.
Give ear to counsel, my son, and grieve not for the world's sake;
I told you a pearl in a saying—keep it in mind, if you can.
In love's own sanctuary one cannot breathe of speaking and hearing,
for there every limb must become an eye and an ear.
On the carpet of the connoisseurs, self-display is no fit thing;
either speak with knowledge, O wise man, or hold your peace.
Cupbearer, pour the wine, for the sin-forgiving, fault-concealing Asaf, lord of the age,
has fathomed the rends' ways of Hafez.