You placed the treasure of Your love in our ruined heart; You cast the shadow of Your favor upon this desolate corner.
گنج عشق خود نهادی در دل ویران ما / سایهٔ دولت بر این کنج خراب انداختی
Genc-i ışk-ı hod nihâdî der dil-i vîrân-ı mâ / Sâye-i devlet ber în künc-i harâb endâhtî
Hafez, Divan, ghazal 433, couplet 5 (Ganjoor numbering).
Treasure is not placed in an ornate palace.
It is placed in a ruined heart.
Appearance does not reflect what is inside.
The richest within
may be the most neglected without.
Hafez does not shy away
from calling his own heart a ruin.
A person's most worn side
sometimes carries the most precious thing.
A broken wall lets in more light.
A wound can be the door to the treasure.