Ghazal 301

ای دل ریش مرا با لب تو حق نمک
حق نگه دار که من می‌روم، الله معک

تویی آن گوهر پاکیزه که در عالم قدس
ذکر خیر تو بود حاصل تسبیح ملک

در خلوص منت ار هست شکی، تجربه کن
کس عیار زر خالص نشناسد چو محک

گفته بودی که شوم مست و دو بوست بدهم
وعده از حد بشد و ما نه دو دیدیم و نه یک

بگشا پستهٔ خندان و شکرریزی کن
خلق را از دهن خویش مینداز به شک

چرخ برهم زنم ار غیر مرادم گردد
من نه آنم که زبونی کشم از چرخ فلک

چون بر حافظ خویشش نگذاری باری
ای رقیب از بر او یک دو قدم دورترک

O you with whose lip my wounded heart has the claim of salt,
keep faith with that claim, for I am leaving: God be with you.

You are that pure jewel whose good remembrance, in the holy world,
is the whole fruit of the angels' praise.

If you have any doubt of my sincerity, put it to the test;
no one knows the assay of pure gold as the touchstone does.

You had said: "I will get drunk and give you two kisses."
The promise is long past its time, and we have seen neither two nor one.

Open that laughing pistachio and scatter sugar;
do not leave people in doubt about your mouth.

I will overturn the wheel if it turns against my desire;
I am not one to suffer abasement from the wheel of the sky.

Since you will not let him come near his own Hafez, at least,
O rival, move a step or two further from his side.