Ghazal 285

در عهد پادشاه خطابخش جرم پوش
حافظ قرابه کش شد و مفتی پیاله نوش

صوفی ز کنج صومعه با پای خم نشست
تا دید محتسب که سبو می‌کشد به دوش

احوال شیخ و قاضی و شرب الیهودشان
کردم سؤال صبحدم از پیر می فروش

گفتا نه گفتنیست سخن گرچه محرمی
درکش زبان و پرده نگه دار و می بنوش

ساقی بهار می‌رسد و وجه می نماند
فکری بکن که خون دل آمد ز غم به جوش

عشق است و مفلسی و جوانی و نوبهار
عذرم پذیر و جرم به ذیل کرم بپوش

تا چند همچو شمع زبان آوری کنی؟
پروانهٔ مراد رسید ای محب خموش

ای پادشاه صورت و معنی که مثل تو
نادیده هیچ دیده و نشنیده هیچ گوش

چندان بمان که خرقهٔ ازرق کند قبول
بخت جوانت از فلک پیر ژنده پوش

In the reign of the king who forgives faults and covers offences,
Hafez has become a carrier of the flagon and the mufti a drinker from the cup.

The Sufi came out of the corner of the cloister and sat at the foot of the jar
once he saw the censor carrying the wine pitcher on his shoulder.

About the state of the shaykh and the judge, and their drinking in secret,
I asked the old wine seller at dawn.

He said: "It is not a thing to be told, although you are a confidant;
hold your tongue, keep the veil in place, and drink wine."

Cupbearer, spring is arriving and there is no money left for wine;
think of something, for the heart's blood is boiling over with grief.

It is love and poverty, youth and the new spring;
accept my excuse, and cover the offence with the skirt of generosity.

How long will you go on being eloquent like the candle?
The moth of desire has arrived, O lover: be silent.

O king of form and of meaning, the like of whom
no eye has ever seen and no ear has ever heard,

May you remain so long that your young fortune receives
the blue patched cloak from the old, ragged sky.