Un presagio da Hafez
Ghazal 359
Blessed that day when I depart from this ruined dwelling,
seeking the ease of the soul, and go in pursuit of the Beloved.
Though I know the stranger's road leads him nowhere at all,
yet at the fragrance of that dishevelled tress I set forth.
My heart grew weary of the terror of Alexander's prison;
I will bind my baggage, and go toward the realm of Solomon.
Like the east wind, with an ailing body and a heart past patience,
in devotion to that gracefully-walking cypress I will go.
If, like the pen, upon her road my head must go,
with a wound-worn heart and a weeping eye I go.
I made a vow, that if one day I come forth from this grief,
I will go into the tavern, glad and chanting the ghazal.
In devotion to Her, mote-like and dancing,
I will go to the very lip of the fountain of the radiant sun.
The Arabs care nothing for the plight of the heavy-laden;
O pious ones, some aid, that I may go glad and at ease.
And if, like Hafez, I find not my way out from the wilderness,
I will go in the train of the retinue of the Asaf of the age.