Ghazal 315

به غیر از آن که بشد دین و دانش از دستم
بیا بگو که ز عشقت چه طرف بربستم؟

اگر چه خرمن عمرم غم تو داد به باد
به خاک‌پای عزیزت که عهد نشکستم

چو ذره گرچه حقیرم؛ ببین به دولت عشق
که در هوای رخت چون به مهر پیوستم

بیار باده که عمریست تا من از سر امن
به کنج عافیت از بهر عیش ننشستم

اگر ز مردم هشیاری ای نصیحت‌گو
سخن به خاک میفکن؛ چرا که من مستم

چگونه سر ز خجالت برآورم بر دوست
که خدمتی بسزا برنیامد از دستم

بسوخت حافظ و آن یار دلنواز نگفت
که مرهمی بفرستم که خاطرش خستم

Apart from the fact that faith and learning slipped from my hands,
come, tell me what profit I have had from love of you.

Although grief for you has given the harvest of my life to the wind,
by the dust of your dear feet, I did not break my pledge.

Though I am as small as a mote, see how, by the fortune of love,
in longing for your face I have joined the sun.

Bring wine, for it is a lifetime since I, in safety,
sat down in a quiet corner for the sake of pleasure.

If you are one of the sober, O giver of advice,
do not throw your words on the ground, for I am drunk.

How shall I lift my head before the friend, for shame,
when no service worthy of him has come from my hand?

Hafez has burnt, and that heart-soothing friend did not say:
"Let me send a salve, since I have wounded his mind."