Ghazal 252

If life remains, I will reach the tavern once more —

I will do no other work than serving the rends.

Blessed that day when with weeping eyes I go

to wash the tavern's door with my tears once more.

There is no discernment among these people — God provide a means

so I may take my jewel to another buyer.

If the beloved went and did not honor the rights of old companionship —

God forbid that I should go after another beloved.

If the circle of the blue sky aids me,

I will win her back again by another compass.

My mind seeks peace, if they would allow it —

her mischievous glance and that thieving tress.

See our sealed secret, told in melodies —

every moment with drum and flute at another marketplace.

Every moment I groan from pain, for the sky every hour

assaults my wounded heart with yet another torment.

I say again: Hafez is not alone in this calamity —

many others have drowned in this desert.