Un presagio da Hafez
Ghazal 452
Man and fairy are but the fringe of love's own being;
show a devotion, and bear off a bliss thereby.
Strive, O master, be not left portionless of love,
for none will buy a slave marred by artlessness.
The dawn-draught and the sweet morning-sleep — how long?
Strive for a midnight vigil and a weeping at dawn.
What a plaything you are, O sweet-dealing horseman,
who stand before the eye, yet vanish from the sight!
A thousand holy souls have burned in this jealousy,
that morning and evening you are another's assembly-candle.
Who bears from me a message to the presence of the Asaf:
'Learn two hemistichs from me, in the verse of Dari'?
Come — for the way of the world, as I have seen it, is such:
put it to the test, and you'll drink wine and swallow no grief.
May lordship's crown sit never awry on the head of beauty,
for you adorn all fortune, and merit realm and diadem.
By the scent of your tress and cheek they come and go —
the breeze, rubbing musk; the rose, in her display.
Since you are not ripe for vision, seek not union,
for Jam's cup avails nothing in the hour of blindness.
The prayer of the corner-dwellers turns away disaster;
why do you never glance at us with the eye's own corner?
Come, buy sovereignty of us for the price of beauty;
be not heedless of this bargain, lest you take a loss.
The road of love is a wondrously perilous road;
God shield you, if you find not the way to a goal.
By the blessing of Hafez's aspiration there is hope, that once more
'yes, I shall talk with my Layla on a moonlit night.'