Ghazal 278

شراب تلخ می‌خواهم که مردافکن بود زورش
که تا یک دم بیاسایم ز دنیا و شر و شورش

سماط دهر دون‌پرور ندارد شهد آسایش
مذاق حرص و آز ای دل، بشو از تلخ و از شورش

بیاور می که نتوان شد ز مکر آسمان ایمن
به لعب زهرهٔ چنگی و مریخ سلحشورش

کمند صید بهرامی بیفکن، جام جم بردار
که من پیمودم این صحرا، نه بهرام است و نه گورش

بیا تا در می صافیت راز دهر بنمایم
به شرط آن که ننمایی به کج‌طبعان دل‌کورش

نظر کردن به درویشان منافی بزرگی نیست
سلیمان با چنان حشمت، نظرها بود با مورش

کمان ابروی جانان نمی‌پیچد سر از حافظ
ولیکن خنده می‌آید، بدین بازوی بی‌زورش

I want a bitter wine whose strength can throw a man,
so that for one moment I may rest from the world and its evil and its uproar.

The table of this age that rears the base holds no honey of ease;
O heart, wash the taste of greed and craving clean of its bitter and its salt.

Bring wine, for one cannot be safe from the cunning of the sky,
from the games of its Venus with the harp and its Mars with the sword.

Throw away Bahram's hunting lasso and take up the cup of Jamshid,
for I have crossed this desert, and there is neither Bahram nor his wild ass.

Come, and I will show you the secret of time in clear wine,
on condition that you do not show it to the crooked of nature and blind of heart.

To look upon the dervishes does not go against greatness;
Solomon, with all his majesty, had regard for the ant.

The bow of the beloved's eyebrow does not turn away from Hafez,
but it laughs at this arm of his that has no strength.