Ghazal 182: You wrote no account of how you are, and some days have passed

حسب حالی ننوشتی و شد ایامی چند
محرمی کو که فرستم به تو پیغامی چند؟

ما بدان مقصد عالی نتوانیم رسید
هم مگر پیش نهد لطف شما گامی چند

چون می از خم به سبو رفت و گل افکند نقاب
فرصت عیش نگه دار و بزن جامی چند

قند آمیخته با گل نه علاج دل ماست
بوسه‌ای چند برآمیز به دشنامی چند

زاهد از کوچهٔ رندان به سلامت بگذر
تا خرابت نکند صحبت بدنامی چند

عیب می جمله چو گفتی، هنرش نیز بگو
نفی حکمت مکن از بهر دل عامی چند

ای گدایان خرابات خدا یار شماست
چشم انعام مدارید ز انعامی چند

پیر میخانه چه خوش گفت به دردی‌کش خویش
که مگو حال دل سوخته با خامی چند

حافظ از شوق رخ مهر‌فروغ تو بسوخت
کامگارا نظری کن سوی ناکامی چند

You wrote no account of how you are, and some days have passed;
where is a confidant, that I may send you a few messages?

We cannot reach that high goal,
unless your kindness comes forward a few steps.

Since the wine has gone from jar to jug and the rose has thrown off her veil,
hold on to the chance for pleasure and drink a few cups.

Candy mixed with rose is not the cure for our heart;
mix a few kisses with a few rebukes.

Ascetic, pass safely by the lane of the rends,
lest the company of a few ill-reputed people ruin you.

Since you have named all the faults of wine, name its virtue too;
do not deny wisdom for the sake of a few common hearts.

O beggars of the tavern, God is your friend;
do not look for bounty from a few cattle.

How well the tavern elder said to his drinker of dregs:
do not tell the state of a burned heart to a few raw ones.

Hafez burned with longing for your sun-bright face;
O fortunate one, cast a glance toward a few who are thwarted.