Ghazal 281

یا رب این نوگل خندان که سپردی به منش
می‌سپارم به تو از چشم حسود چمنش

گرچه از کوی وفا گشت به صد مرحله دور
دور باد آفت دور فلک از جان و تنش

گر به سرمنزل سلمی رسی ای باد صبا
چشم دارم که سلامی برسانی ز منش

به ادب نافه گشایی کن از آن زلف سیاه
جای دل‌های عزیز است به هم بر مزنش

گو دلم حق وفا با خط و خالت دارد
محترم دار در آن طرهٔ عنبرشکنش

در مقامی که به یاد لب او می نوشند
سفله آن مست، که باشد خبر از خویشتنش

عرض و مال از در میخانه نشاید اندوخت
هر که این آب خورد رخت به دریا فکنش

هر که ترسد ز ملال انده عشقش نه حلال
سر ما و قدمش یا لب ما و دهنش

شعر حافظ همه بیت الغزل معرفت است
آفرین بر نفس دلکش و لطف سخنش

O Lord, this smiling new rose that you entrusted to me,
I entrust to you, from the envious eye of the meadow.

Though he has gone a hundred stages away from the street of faithfulness,
may the harm of the turning sky be far from his soul and body.

If you reach the dwelling of Salma, O east wind,
I hope that you will carry a greeting to her from me.

With courtesy open the musk-pod of that black tress;
it is the home of precious hearts: do not disturb it.

Say: "My heart has a claim of faithfulness on your down and your mole;
hold it in honour within that amber-scented curl."

In a place where they drink wine to the memory of his lip,
base is the drunkard who still has any knowledge of himself.

Honour and wealth are not to be gathered at the door of the tavern;
whoever drinks this water, throw his belongings into the sea.

For whoever fears weariness, the sorrow of love is not lawful;
it is our head and his foot, or else our lip and his mouth.

The poetry of Hafez is, all of it, the finest couplet of knowledge;
praise be on his heart-drawing breath and the grace of his speech.