Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Ghazal 246, The Night of Power lyrics

It is the Night of Power, the scroll Of loss is rolled away. Peace be unto this sacred night. Peace till the break of day. My heart in travel on the path Of love, be strong and true. You are to be requited for Each step along that way. And even though you wound me with Disdain and banishment, I'll not repent of what I am: A wanton debauché. My heart is gone. I caught not one Sight of its sweet thief's face. Such tyranny! Such heartlessness! What else is there to say? Dear Lord, O Lord! Restore the light Of morning to my heart. The dark of separation's night Has wiped my sight away. Hafiz, endure this faithless torment If you seek love and faith. Profit in any business means An up-front cost to pay.