Ghazal 138: May he be remembered who, when he set out, did not remember us

یاد باد آن که ز ما وقت سفر یاد نکرد
به وداعی دل غم‌دیدهٔ ما شاد نکرد

آن جوان‌بخت که می‌زد رقم خیر و قبول
بندهٔ پیر ندانم ز چه آزاد نکرد

کاغذین جامه به خونآب بشویم که فلک
رهنمونیم به پای علم داد نکرد

دل به امید صدایی که مگر در تو رسد
ناله‌ها کرد در این کوه که فرهاد نکرد

سایه تا بازگرفتی ز چمن مرغ سحر
آشیان در شکن طرهٔ شمشاد نکرد

شاید ار پیک صبا، از تو بیاموزد کار
زآن که چالاک‌تر از این حرکت، باد نکرد

کلک مشاطهٔ صنعش نکشد نقش مراد
هر که اقرار بدین حسن خداداد نکرد

مطربا! پرده بگردان و بزن راه عراق
که بدین راه بشد یار و ز ما یاد نکرد

غزلیات عراقی‌ست سرود حافظ
که شنید این ره دل‌سوز که فریاد نکرد؟

May he be remembered who, when he set out, did not remember us,
who did not gladden our grieving heart with a farewell.

That young man of good fortune, who wrote the mark of good and of favour,
I do not know why he did not free an old slave.

Let us wash the paper robe in bloody water, for the sky
did not guide us to the foot of the banner of justice.

My heart, in hope that a sound might perhaps reach you,
raised laments in these mountains that Farhad never raised.

Since you took your shade away from the meadow, the bird of dawn
has made no nest in the curl of the box tree's tress.

It would be fitting if the courier breeze learned its work from you,
for the wind never moved more nimbly than this.

The pen of the dresser of creation draws no picture of his desire
for anyone who did not confess this God-given beauty.

Minstrel, change the mode and play the way of Iraq,
for by that road the friend went and did not remember us.

The song of Hafez is the ghazals of Iraq;
who has heard this heart-burning mode and not cried out?