National Poetry Month
Apr. 30th, 2010 05:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brigdhThe Lost Daughter - Hafez, trans by Robert Bly and Leonard Lewisohn
Listen to the cry going on at the marketplace
Where lovers lose their souls. All of you who live
In the alley and veer into sin, listen to the cry!
For several days now, the wild daughter has shown
Up missing. She's turned to her own
Affairs; no one knows where. Be alert!
She has a flowing, ruby-colored dress, and bubbles
In her hair. Reason is lost with her, so is learning.
Be careful, beware, your sleep may not be safe.
Whoever brings this bitter one to me, I'll
Repay with halvah as exquisite as your life.
Even though she's gone into the dark, go into hell after her.
She's a night-woman of sharp taste, delicate rosy
Color, and wild and drunk. If you should happen
To find her, please bring her to Hafez's house.
Listen to the cry going on at the marketplace
Where lovers lose their souls. All of you who live
In the alley and veer into sin, listen to the cry!
For several days now, the wild daughter has shown
Up missing. She's turned to her own
Affairs; no one knows where. Be alert!
She has a flowing, ruby-colored dress, and bubbles
In her hair. Reason is lost with her, so is learning.
Be careful, beware, your sleep may not be safe.
Whoever brings this bitter one to me, I'll
Repay with halvah as exquisite as your life.
Even though she's gone into the dark, go into hell after her.
She's a night-woman of sharp taste, delicate rosy
Color, and wild and drunk. If you should happen
To find her, please bring her to Hafez's house.
