Ghazal 212

یک دو جامم دی سحرگه اتفاق افتاده بود
وز لب ساقی شرابم در مذاق افتاده بود

از سر مستی دگر با شاهد عهد شباب
رجعتی می‌خواستم لیکن طلاق افتاده بود

در مقامات طریقت هر کجا کردیم سیر
عافیت را با نظربازی فراق افتاده بود

ساقیا جام دمادم ده که در سیر طریق
هر که عاشق‌وش نیامد در نفاق افتاده بود

ای معبر مژده‌ای فرما که دوشم آفتاب
در شکرخواب صبوحی هم وثاق افتاده بود

نقش می‌بستم که گیرم گوشه‌ای زان چشم مست
طاقت و صبر از خم ابروش طاق افتاده بود

گر نکردی نصرت دین، شاه یحیی، از کرم
کار ملک و دین ز نظم و اتساق افتاده بود

حافظ آن ساعت که این نظم پریشان می‌نوشت
طایر فکرش به دام اشتیاق افتاده بود

Yesterday at dawn a cup or two had come my way,
and from the cupbearer's lip wine had fallen on my palate.

Out of drunkenness I wanted to return once more
to the beauty of the days of youth, but divorce had been pronounced.

In the stations of the Path, wherever we travelled,
well-being and the play of glances had fallen apart.

Cupbearer, pass the cup again and again, for on the journey of the Way
whoever did not come as a lover had fallen into hypocrisy.

O interpreter of dreams, give me good news, for last night the sun
had come to share my room in the sweet sleep of morning.

I was forming a plan to withdraw to a corner from that drunken eye;
my endurance and patience had given out before the curve of his eyebrow.

Had Shah Yahya not, out of generosity, come to the aid of the faith,
the affairs of kingdom and faith would have fallen out of order and harmony.

At the hour when Hafez was writing these scattered verses,
the bird of his thought had fallen into the snare of longing.