Contemplateion
Thursday, November 30th, 2006Be Not Grieved
a ghazal of Hafiz
Joseph who was lost will come back again to Canaan; be not grieved.
One day the hut of sorrows will become a rose garden; be not grieved.
This saddened heart will change its state (for the better); do not make thy heart bad.
And this frenzied head will settle down again; be not grieved.
If the Springtime of Life will be back again on the garden’s throne,
thou wilt pull a canopy of roses over thy head; O sweetly singing bird, be not grieved.
O heart, if the torrent of troubles engulfs the foundation of existence,
when thou hast Noah for a captain, from the storm be not grieved.
If one day the spinning wheel (of fortune) did not run according to my wishes,
the state of revolving will not always be the same; be not grieved.
Come, do not despair when thou art not aware of the secret of the Unseen;
behind the veil there be hidden plays; be not grieved.
If thou wouldst walk in the desert with the desire of reaching the Ka‘bah,
if the thorn of the acacia hurts thee, be not grieved.
Though the stage of the journey be quite perilous, and the goal so far away,
there is no path that does not have an end; be not grieved.
My state is in the separation of souls and the persistence of the antagonist.
The Lord of the revolving state knows all; be not grieved.
Hâfiz, in the corner of spiritual poverty and the seclusion of the dark nights,
as long as thou art saying prayers and dhikr and studying the Qur’ân, be not grieved.