Ghazal 103

May the day of union with beloveds be remembered —

remembered be those days, remembered!

My palate from the bitterness of grief has turned to poison —

let the cry of "Drink!" from the joyful revelers be remembered.

Though friends have forgotten me,

from me, a thousand remembrances to them — remembered!

I became entangled in this snare of trial —

let the striving of those righteous ones be remembered.

Though a hundred rivers flow constantly from my eyes,

let the living stream of the garden-makers be remembered.

The secret of Hafez hereafter shall remain untold —

alas, let the keepers of secrets be remembered!