From the Divan of Hafez · 6 couplets
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Last night the violet told the rose — and gave a pleasant sign —
that the twist and curl of my nature, the world received from such-and-such a tress.
My heart was a treasury of secrets, and the hand of fate
sealed its door and gave its key to a heart-stealer.
Broken, I came to your threshold, for the physician
gave me a sign pointing to the healing balm of your grace.
May his body be well, his heart glad, his mind at ease —
the one who extended his hand and gave aid to the helpless.
Go treat yourself, O advice-giver! —
wine and a sweet beloved — whom did they ever harm?
She passed by wretched me and told my rivals:
Alas, my poor Hafez — what a soul he gave!
بنفشه دوش به گل گفت و خوش نشانی داد
که تابِ من به جهان، طُرِّهٔ فلانی داد
دلم خزانهٔ اسرار بود و دستِ قضا
درش بِبَست و کلیدش به دلسِتانی داد
شکستهوار به درگاهت آمدم، که طبیب
به مومیاییِ لطفِ توام، نشانی داد
تنش درست و دلش شاد باد و خاطر خوش
که دست دادش و یاریِ ناتوانی داد
برو معالجهٔ خود کن ای نصیحتگو
شراب و شاهدِ شیرین، که را زیانی داد؟
گذشت بر منِ مسکین و با رقیبان گفت
دریغ، حافظِ مسکینِ من، چه جانی داد
Source: Ganjoor.net
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