Ghazal 201

شراب بی‌غش و ساقی خوش دو دام رهند
که زیرکان جهان از کمندشان نرهند

من ار چه عاشقم و رند و مست و نامه سیاه
هزار شکر که یاران شهر بی‌گنهند

جفا نه پیشهٔ درویشیست و راهروی
بیار باده که این سالکان نه مرد رهند

مبین حقیر، گدایان عشق را کاین قوم
شهان بی کمر و خسروان بی کلهند

به هوش باش که هنگام باد استغنا
هزار خرمن طاعت به نیم جو ننهند

مکن که کوکبهٔ دلبری شکسته شود
چو بندگان بگریزند و چاکران بجهند

غلام همت دردی کشان یک رنگم
نه آن گروه که ازرق لباس و دل سیهند

قدم منه به خرابات جز به شرط ادب
که سالکان درش محرمان پادشهند

جناب عشق بلند است همتی حافظ
که عاشقان، ره بی‌همتان به خود ندهند

Unmixed wine and a fair cupbearer are two snares on the road,
from whose lasso the shrewd ones of the world do not escape.

Though I am a lover and a rend, drunk and with a blackened record,
a thousand thanks that the friends of the city are without sin!

Cruelty is not the practice of dervishes and wayfarers;
bring wine, for these travellers are not men of the road.

Do not look down on the beggars of love, for these people
are kings without a belt and emperors without a crown.

Take care, for when the wind of God's self-sufficiency blows,
a thousand harvests of devotion are not valued at half a barleycorn.

Do not act so that the pomp of beauty is broken
when the slaves run away and the servants leap off.

I am the slave of the high resolve of the dreg-drinkers of one colour,
not of that group whose robes are blue and whose hearts are black.

Do not set foot in the tavern except on condition of courtesy,
for the wayfarers at its door are intimates of the King.

The court of love is lofty; show some resolve, Hafez,
for lovers do not admit those without resolve to their company.