Ghazal 119

دلی که غیب نمای است و جام جم دارد
ز خاتمی که دمی گم شود، چه غم دارد؟

به خط و خال گدایان مده خزینهٔ دل
به دست شاهوشی ده که محترم دارد

نه هر درخت تحمل کند جفای خزان
غلام همت سروم که این قدم دارد

رسید موسم آن کز طرب چو نرگس مست
نهد به پای قدح هر که شش درم دارد

زر از بهای می اکنون چو گل دریغ مدار
که عقل کل به صدت عیب متهم دارد

ز سر غیب کس آگاه نیست، قصه مخوان
کدام محرم دل ره در این حرم دارد؟

دلم که لاف تجرد زدی، کنون صد شغل
به بوی زلف تو با باد صبحدم دارد

مراد دل ز که پرسم؟ که نیست دلداری
که جلوهٔ نظر و شیوهٔ کرم دارد

ز جیب خرقهٔ حافظ چه طرف بتوان بست
که ما صمد طلبیدیم و او صنم دارد

The heart that shows the unseen and holds Jamshid's cup,
what grief has it for a seal ring lost for a moment?

Do not give the treasury of the heart to the down and mole of beggars;
give it into the hand of a kingly one who will hold it in honour.

Not every tree can bear the cruelty of autumn;
I am the slave of the cypress's spirit, which holds its ground.

The season has come when, drunk with joy like the narcissus,
whoever has six silver coins lays them at the foot of the cup.

Do not, like the rose, begrudge gold now as the price of wine,
or Universal Reason will charge you with a hundred faults.

No one knows the secret of the unseen; tell no tales.
Which confidant of the heart has a way into that sanctuary?

My heart, which used to boast of detachment, now has a hundred dealings
with the wind of dawn over the scent of your hair.

Whom shall I ask for my heart's desire? For there is no beloved
who has both the grace of sight and the way of generosity.

What gain can be had from the pocket of Hafez's cloak,
when we sought the Eternal and he has an idol?