Ghazal I غزل ۳۷۷

One night, we shall raise our hands and offer a prayer,
To find a remedy from somewhere for the sorrow of your separation.

The sick heart is failing; O friends, give me your aid,
That we may bring the Physician to its side and provide a cure.

The one who took offense without cause, struck me with a blade, and left—
For God's sake, bring them back, so we may find peace and joy once more.

The root of joy has withered; where is the path to the tavern?
So that in its atmosphere, we may flourish and grow again.

Seek help from the spirit of the wise outcasts, O heart;
For the task is difficult, and we must take care not to falter.

The shadow of a faint-hearted bird yields no results;
Let us seek the shadow of the auspicious bird of paradise.

My heart has lost its composure; where is Hafez, the sweet-spoken?
So that through his words and songs, we may strike up a new melody.