From the Divan of Hafez · 7 couplets
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Why should I not be intent upon going to my homeland? —
why should I not be the dust of the head of the beloved's lane?
Since I cannot bear the grief of exile and foreignness,
I will go to my own city and be my own sovereign.
I will become one of the intimates of the pavilion of union —
I will be among the servants of my own lord.
Since the work of life is not clear — at least it is better
that on the Day of Reckoning I be before my own idol.
From the hand of heavy-sleeping fortune and disordered affairs,
if I have a complaint, I will be my own confidant.
Always my trade has been love and revelry —
now I will try harder and attend to my own work.
May it be that eternal grace becomes my guide, Hafez —
otherwise, till eternity I will be ashamed of myself.
چرا نه در پِیِ عزمِ دیارِ خود باشم
چرا نه خاکِ سرِ کویِ یارِ خود باشم
غمِ غریبی و غربت چو بر نمیتابم
به شهرِ خود رَوَم و شهریارِ خود باشم
ز مَحرمان سراپردهٔ وصال شَوَم
ز بندگانِ خداوندگارِ خود باشم
چو کار عمر نه پیداست باری آن اولی
که روزِ واقعه پیشِ نگارِ خود باشم
ز دستِ بختِ گرانخواب و کارِ بیسامان
گَرَم بُوَد گِلِهای، رازدارِ خود باشم
همیشه پیشهٔ من عاشقی و رندی بود
دگر بکوشم و مشغولِ کارِ خود باشم
بُوَد که لطفِ ازل رهنمون شود حافظ
وگرنه تا به ابد شرمسارِ خود باشم
Source: Ganjoor.net
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