Un presagio da Hafez
Ghazal 291
We have tested our fortune in this town, and found it wanting;
time now to draw our bundle from this drowning tide.
From biting so my hand and heaving sigh on sigh,
I set, like the rose, my very flesh aflame, shred upon shred.
Last night how sweetly to my ear a nightingale gave song,
while, from its bough, the rose leaned close its listening petal:
'Be glad, O heart — that hot-tempered darling of yours,
for all her headlong pride, shall by her own fate be brought to rest.'
Would you have the world's hard and soft glide gently over you?
Then loose your brittle vows and set aside your bitter words.
The hour has come when, from our parting and the fire within,
I fling the torch upon my every good and chattel.
O Hafez, had desire been ever ours to hold,
Jamshid himself had never fallen far from his own throne.