Ghazal 170

زاهد خلوت‌نشین، دوش به میخانه شد
از سر پیمان برفت، با سر پیمانه شد

صوفی مجلس که دی، جام و قدح می‌شکست
باز به یک جرعه می، عاقل و فرزانه شد

شاهد عهد شباب، آمده بودش به خواب
باز به پیرانه‌سر‌، عاشق و دیوانه شد

مغ‌بچه‌ای می‌گذشت، راهزن دین و دل
در پی آن آشنا، از همه بیگانه شد

آتش رخسار گل، خرمن بلبل بسوخت
چهرهٔ خندان شمع، آفت پروانه شد

گریهٔ شام و سحر، شکر که ضایع نگشت
قطرهٔ باران ما، گوهر یک‌دانه شد

نرگس ساقی بخواند، آیت افسون‌گری
حلقهٔ اوراد ما، مجلس افسانه شد

منزل حافظ کنون، بارگه پادشاست
دل بر دل‌دار رفت، جان بر جانانه شد

The ascetic who sat in seclusion went last night to the tavern;
he left his vow and took up the cup.

The Sufi of the gathering, who yesterday was breaking cup and goblet,
with one draught of wine became sensible and wise again.

The beauty of the days of his youth had come to him in a dream;
in his old age he became a lover and a madman again.

A young Magian was passing, a highwayman of faith and heart;
in pursuit of that friend he became a stranger to everyone.

The fire of the rose's cheek burned the nightingale's harvest;
the laughing face of the candle became the moth's ruin.

Thanks be that our weeping at evening and dawn was not wasted;
our drop of rain became a matchless pearl.

The cupbearer's narcissus eye recited the verse of enchantment;
the circle of our litanies became a gathering for tales.

The dwelling of Hafez is now the court of a king;
the heart has gone to its keeper, the soul to the beloved.