Again the Nightingale
Muslims once I had a heart
which I consulted when difficulties arose
whose counsel helped me to regain the shore
when I fell into the whirlpool of sorrows.
who shared my pain was a wise friend to me
and gave support to all the community of the heart
but which I lost in the street of my beloved
O what a tugging of heart-strings there was then
art brings with it the dishonour of privation
but what thinking person was ever more deprived than me
be kind to this lost soul
for once it possessed consummate skill
after love had instructed me how to speak
my words were the talking-point of every circle
but who now can speak of Hafez’ artistry
for it has become clear to all and sundry
he no longer cares about his poetry
.
Your musky curls make the violet twist with envy
your enticing smile tears the veil of the rosebud off
O sweet-scented rose do not compel your nightingale
to burn himself out
for he prays for you faithfully night after night
I who would weary of the speech of angels
put up with the chatter of this world because of you
love of your countenance is my true nature
the dust at your gate my paradise
passion for you is my destiny
in your happiness I find my repose
a beggar’s coat may have treasures up its sleeve
but whoever begs from you becomes a king
my eyes are the throne upon which your image sits
O liege of mine
I pray that you never leave your rightful place
of the ferment of love’s wine
my mind will not be free
till my lustful head is dust at your palace gate
your cheek my cool meadow in the springtime of beauty
the eloquent Hafez songbird of your house
.
See how one poem
traverses space and time
how this child of one night
accomplishes a year’s journey
.
For some time now
I have been of service in the tavern
in my humble attire
attending to those more fortunate than myself
I lie in ambush waiting for the chance
to catch some strutting pheasant in my snare
he public preacher does not have
even a whiff of the truth
mark my words
for I say them to his face not behind his back
like the wind fitfully
I make my way towards the street of my companion
asking my fellow-travellers
to help me realize my great endeavour
no longer will the dust of your alleyway
have to put up with my importuning
for you have shown me so many kindnesses
my love that I will stop whining
the beloved’s hair
lies like a snare across our path
and that glance is shot like a bolt of calamity
remember O heart how often I warned you of this
O you who in your mercy veils our faults
hide from the gaze of those who wish me ill
these audacious thoughts I have when I am alone
in public a divine
a drunkard in our private gatherings
see
my effrontery observe
the artifice with which I fool the populace
.
O sovereign beauty adress my loneliness
without you my heart begins to fail come back
the garden rose does not stay fresh forever
while you have the power help those who stand in need
last night I complained to the wind about your hair
it said you are wrong dismiss that sombre thought
a hundred zephyrs play in the strands of those tresses
O foolish heart these are your companions
do not pretend that you are some airy steed
separation from you has so weakened me
that I have little endurance left to draw on now
O Lord to whom might I make the point
that in this world
that beauty which is all around shows its face to none
boy
without your face the rose-beds lack all colour
bring back the grace of the tree-top to the garden
the pain you cause me is my medicine
in my lonely bed
your memory my companion in my solitude
in the compass of fate we stand at the axis of submission
subject to what you in your wisdom decide
true liberation is liberation from the self
self-regard is apostasy in our religion
these blue enamel heavens have seared my soul
bring me wine so that I may
dissolve these problems in an enamelled bowl
Hafez the night of separation is over
the sweet scent of union here
blessed be your joy O my demented lover
Hafez
aka: Khwaja Samsu d-Min Muhammed Hafez-e Sirazi
Translated by Geoffrey Squires
Posted over on Poems and Poetics
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