Un presagio da Hafez
Ghazal 433
O you who veiled the moon with a musky line of down —
a kindness, this: you cast a shadow on the sun.
What your cheek's bright bloom will do to us, time will tell;
for now you have cast a fair spell of reflection on the water.
You bore off beauty's prize from the fair of Khallukh — rejoice;
you sought Kaykhosraw's cup, and cast down Afrasiab.
Each in his way played at love with your cheek's candle;
and among them, you flung the moth into its frenzy.
You laid the treasure of your love in our ruined heart;
you cast the shade of fortune on this shattered nook.
Beware that cheek's bright water, whereby you left the lions
parched at the lip, and cast the champions into the flood.
You sealed the wakeful ones' sleep, then from a phantom's design
you flung a slander upon the night-farers of sleep's host.
You cast the veil from your face — one glance in the theatre of glory —
and out of shame flung houri and fairy back behind the veil.
Drink wine from the world-revealing cup, for on Jam's throne
you have lifted the veil from the face of the beloved goal.
By the guile of the drunken narcissus and the wine-loving ruby,
you flung Hafez the recluse headlong into the wine.
And, to hunt down the heart, you cast about my neck the tress's chain,
like the lasso of Khosrow, the master of all necks.
O judge of Darius' splendour, you who cast the crown of the sun
down from its head, in homage, upon the dust of your court —
Nusrat al-Din, Shah Yahya, you who flung the kingdom's foe,
from the sword's edge, like fire cast headlong into water.