Ghazal 231

I said: I carry your grief. She said: Your grief will end.

I said: Be my moon. She said: If it rises.

I said: Learn the custom of fidelity from lovers.

She said: From the beautiful, this is rare.

I said: I will close the road of sight to your image.

She said: It is a night-traveler — it comes by another way.

I said: The scent of your tresses has made me lost in the world.

She said: If you understand, it will also guide you.

I said: How pleasant the air that rises from the morning breeze!

She said: How cool the breeze that comes from the beloved's lane.

I said: The sweetness of your ruby lip has killed us with desire.

She said: Be a servant — for she will come as a servant-nurturer.

I said: When does your merciful heart intend peace?

She said: Do not tell anyone, until the time arrives.

I said: Did you see how the time of pleasure came to an end?

She said: Be silent, Hafez — this grief too will end.