however much i’ve discussed pain with doctors,
they have not cured the strange and the poor.
the seal on the jewel case of friendship is broken.
o lord, may the rival’s desire be frustrated!
to the rose torn open by the hand of wind-
may your shame be for the nightingale’s song.
we spoke of our secret pain with the friend-
such pain can’t be hidden from the healer.
o lord, grant the protection that once again
the eyes of lovers may see the beloved’s face.
o provider, for how long will we be denied
a portion of the feast spread on your table?
hafez, you would not be crazy about the rose
if you had heeded polite and proper advice!
