Ghazal 351

حاشا که من به موسم گل ترک می کنم
من لاف عقل می‌زنم، این کار کی کنم

مطرب کجاست تا همه محصول زهد و علم
در کار چنگ و بربط و آواز نی کنم

از قیل و قال مدرسه حالی دلم گرفت
یک چند نیز خدمت معشوق و می کنم

کی بود در زمانه وفا؟ جام می بیار
تا من حکایت جم و کاووس کی کنم

از نامهٔ سیاه نترسم که روز حشر
با فیض لطف او صد از این نامه طی کنم

کو پیک صبح؟ تا گله‌های شب فراق
با آن خجسته طالع فرخنده پی کنم

این جان عاریت که به حافظ سپرد دوست
روزی رخش ببینم و تسلیم وی کنم

God forbid that I should give up wine in the season of the rose;
I, who boast of good sense, when would I do such a thing?

Where is the minstrel, so that all I have earned from piety and learning
I may spend on the harp, the lute and the voice of the flute?

For the present my heart is weary of the talk and argument of the college;
for a while I will serve the beloved and wine instead.

When was there ever faithfulness in the times? Bring the cup of wine,
so that I may tell the tale of Jamshid and Kavus and Kay.

I do not fear the blackened record, for on the Day of Gathering,
by the bounty of His kindness, I will roll up a hundred such records.

Where is the courier of morning, so that I may make
my complaints of the night of separation to that one of blessed fortune and step?

This borrowed life which the Friend entrusted to Hafez,
one day I shall see His face and give it back to Him.