Un presagio da Hafez
Ghazal 484
Unless you sit by a water's edge for pleasure's sake;
else, every mischief that you see, you see all from yourself.
By the Godhead — you, whom He has chosen as His own,
that above this old servant no other is preferred.
If I bear the trust to safety, there is nothing to fear;
losing the heart is easy, so long as faith is not lost.
Your grace and modesty made you the Khosrow of the moon-faced;
bravo to you, for you are worth a hundred such.
I marvel at your kindness, O rose, that you sat beside the thorn;
plainly you see in it the interest of the hour.
What can I do about enduring your rival's tyranny, if not endure it?
Lovers have no remedy but wretchedness.
A dawn wind, in longing for you, rose up from the rose-garden,
that you are sweeter than the rose, fresher than the eglantine.
You would see the glasswork-play of my tears from left and right,
if you sat but a breath at this vista of insight.
Hear a disinterested word from your sincere servant,
O you, the regard of the great, the seer of truth.
A tender one like you, pure of heart and pure of nature —
it is best that you sit not with wicked folk.
The flood of these flowing tears has borne off Hafez's heart and patience;
“endurance has reached its limit, O pupil of my eye!”
You, with all this delicacy and disdain, O candle of Chigil,
are worthy of the service of the Master Jalal al-Din.