Un presagio da Hafez
Ghazal 445
You who hold all your heart's desire in the world,
what grief have you for the state of the weak and frail?
Take the slave's soul and heart, and take the spirit too,
for you run your command over the heads of the free.
You have no waist — I marvel that at every hour
you hold the very centre of the assembly of the fair.
Your face's whiteness wants no ornament — you carry
a dark line of musky down upon its Judas-blossom cheek.
Drink wine, for you are light of soul and ever delicate,
most of all in that moment when your head hangs heavy.
Reproach us no more than this, nor lay tyranny on our heart;
do not do all that you can, just because you have the power.
If by your will a hundred thousand cruel arrows,
aimed at my wounded soul, you hold there in the bow —
Bear ever the rivals' cruelty and the envier's spite,
for it is light, so long as you hold a tender Friend.
If the Friend's union lends you its hand one breath,
go — you hold all your heart's desire in the world.
Since, like the rose, you bear it off from this garden in your hem,
Hafez, what grief have you for the gardener's cry and wail?