From the Divan of Hafez · 7 couplets
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If from the hand of your musky tresses a wrong was done — it is done.
If from your Hindu mole some cruelty fell on us — it is done.
If the lightning of love burned a wool-wearer’s harvest — it burned.
If the king’s oppression fell upon a beggar — it is done.
On the path, there should be no resentment — bring wine.
Whatever cloud you see, since it passed like clarity — it is done.
Love-play requires patience, O heart — stand firm.
If there was vexation, there was; if a wrong was done — it is done.
If a heart was stolen by the beloved’s glance — it was stolen.
If between soul and beloved a tale unfolded — it is done.
From tale-bearers, displeasures arose — but
if among companions something unseemly passed — it is done.
Do not fault Hafez, O preacher, for leaving the cloister —
why bind the feet of freedom? If he went somewhere — he went.
گر ز دستِ زلفِ مُشکینت خطایی رفت رفت
ور ز هندویِ شما بر ما جفایی رفت رفت
برقِ عشق ار خرمنِ پشمینه پوشی سوخت سوخت
جورِ شاه کامران گر بر گدایی رفت رفت
در طریقت رنجشِ خاطر نباشد می بیار
هر کدورت را که بینی چون صفایی رفت رفت
عشقبازی را تحمل باید ای دل، پای دار
گر ملالی بود بود و گر خطایی رفت رفت
گر دلی از غمزهٔ دلدار باری برد برد
ور میان جان و جانان ماجرایی رفت رفت
از سخن چینان ملالتها پدید آمد ولی
گر میانِ همنشینان ناسزایی رفت رفت
عیبِ حافظ گو مکن واعظ که رفت از خانقاه
پای آزادی چه بندی؟ گر به جایی رفت رفت
Source: Ganjoor.net
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