Where, then, have all the lovers gone?
And when did all our friendship end,
And what’s become of every friend?
The whole poem translated by Dick Davis:
I see no love in anyone,
Where, then, have all the lovers gone?
And when did all our friendship end,
And what’s become of every friend?
Life’s water’s muddied now, and where
Is Khezr to guide us from despair?
The rose has lost its coloring,
What’s happened to the breeze of spring?
A hundred thousand flowers appear
But no birds sing for them to hear –
Thousands of nightingales are dumb:
Where are they now? Why don’t they come?
For years no rubies have been found
In stony mines deep underground;
When will the sun shine forth again?
Where are the clouds brimful of rain?
Who thinks of drinking now? No one.
Where have the roistering drinkers gone?
This was a town of lovers once,
Of kindness and benevolence,
And when did kindness end? What brought
The sweetness of our town to naught?
The ball of generosity
Lies on the field for all to see –
No rider comes to strike it; where
Is everyone who should be there?
Silence, Hafez, since no one knows
The secret ways that heaven goes;
Who is it that you’re asking how
The heavens are revolving now?
