Un presagio da Hafez
Ghazal 4
Gently, O morning breeze, say to that graceful gazelle:
it is you who have driven us out to mountain and waste.
The sugar-seller — long may he live — why is it
he never asks once after the sugar-eating parrot?
Has the pride of your beauty, O rose, not granted leave
that you should ask, but once, after the frenzied nightingale?
By grace and gentleness the discerning may be snared;
never by net or trap is the wise bird taken.
I know not for what cause there is no tint of friendship
in the straight-statured, dark-eyed, moon-browed ones.
When you sit with the beloved and measure out the wine,
hold in mind the lovers who measure only the wind.
No flaw can be named in your beauty save this alone:
that a lovely face keeps no faith, no constancy.
No wonder if, in heaven, at the words of Hafez,
the song of Venus should set the Messiah dancing.