From the Divan of Hafez · 9 couplets
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If the bird of fortune makes another pass,
the beloved will return and make a pact with union.
Though the eye no longer has the means for pearl and gem,
it will drink some blood and arrange an offering.
Last night I said: Will the ruby of her lip be my remedy?
The unseen voice called out: "Yes, it will."
No one dares breathe our story in her presence —
unless the morning breeze passes by her ear.
I have released the hawk of my gaze to fly after a pheasant —
perhaps a design will call it back and it will make a kill.
The city is empty of lovers — might it be that from some quarter
a man of valor should emerge and accomplish something.
Where is a generous one, from whose feast of joy a grief-stricken soul
might drain a cup and cure a hangover?
Either fidelity, or news of your union, or the rival's death —
is it possible that fate will do one of these two or three things?
Hafez, if you do not leave her door, one day
she will pass by and cast a glance from some corner.
طایرِ دولت اگر باز گذاری بِکُنَد
یار بازآید و با وصل قراری بِکُنَد
دیده را دَستگَهِ دُرّ و گهر گر چه نَمانْد
بخورَد خونی و تدبیرِ نثاری بکُند
دوش گفتم بکُند لعلِ لبش چارهٔ من
هاتفِ غیب ندا داد که «آری بکُند»
کس نیارَد برِ او دَم زنَد از قصّهٔ ما
مگرش بادِ صبا گوش، گذاری بکُند
دادهام بازِ نظر را به تَذَرْوی پرواز
بازخواند مگرش نقش و شکاری بکُند
شهر خالیست ز عُشّاق بُوَد کز طَرَفی
مردی از خویش برون آید و کاری بکند
کو کریمی که ز بَزمِ طربش غمزدهای
جرعهای دَرکِشد و دفعِ خُماری بکند
یا وفا، یا خبرِ وصلِ تو، یا مرگِ رقیب
بُوَد آیا که فلک زین دو سه کاری بکند؟
حافظا گر نَرَوی از دَرِ او، هم روزی
گذری بر سرت از گوشه کِناری بکند
Source: Ganjoor.net
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