Ghazal 25

شکفته شد گل حمرا و گشت بلبل مست
صلای سرخوشی، ای صوفیان باده پرست

اساس توبه که در محکمی چو سنگ نمود
ببین که جام زجاجی چه طرفه‌اش بشکست

بیار باده که در بارگاه استغنا
چه پاسبان و چه سلطان، چه هوشیار و چه مست

از این رباط دو در، چون ضرورت است رحیل
رواق و طاق معیشت، چه سربلند و چه پست

مقام عیش میسر نمی‌شود بی‌رنج
بلی به حکم بلا بسته‌اند عهد الست

به هست و نیست مرنجان ضمیر و خوش می‌باش
که نیستی‌ست سرانجام هر کمال که هست

شکوه آصفی و اسب باد و منطق طیر
به باد رفت و از او خواجه هیچ طرف نبست

به بال و پر مرو از ره که تیر پرتابی
هوا گرفت زمانی، ولی به خاک نشست

زبان کلک تو حافظ چه شکر آن گوید
که گفتهٔ سخنت می‌برند دست به دست

The red rose has opened and the nightingale is drunk;
a call to gladness, O wine-worshipping Sufis!

The foundation of repentance, which seemed firm as stone,
see how wonderfully a glass cup has broken it.

Bring wine, for in the court of the One who needs nothing,
what is watchman or sultan, what is sober or drunk?

Since from this inn with two doors departure is a necessity,
what matter if the arch and porch of your living are high or low?

The station of pleasure is not gained without pain;
yes, they bound the first covenant on terms of trial.

Do not vex your mind with what is and is not; be glad,
for non-being is the end of every perfection there is.

The splendour of Asaf, the horse of the wind, the speech of birds
went to the wind, and their master gained nothing from them.

Do not stray from the road on wing and feather, for the shot arrow
took to the air a while, but came down to the dust.

What thanks shall the tongue of your pen give, Hafez,
that they carry the words you speak from hand to hand?