Ghazal 364

ما بی‌غمان مست دل از دست داده‌ایم
هم‌راز عشق و هم‌نفس جام باده‌ایم

بر ما بسی کمان ملامت کشیده‌اند
تا کار خود ز ابروی جانان گشاده‌ایم

ای گل تو دوش داغ صبوحی کشیده‌ای
ما آن شقایقیم که با داغ زاده‌ایم

پیر مغان ز توبهٔ ما گر ملول شد
گو باده صاف کن که به عذر ایستاده‌ایم

کار از تو می‌رود، مددی ای دلیل راه
کانصاف می‌دهیم و ز راه اوفتاده‌ایم

چون لاله، می مبین و قدح در میان کار
این داغ بین که بر دل خونین نهاده‌ایم

گفتی که «حافظ این همه رنگ و خیال چیست؟!»
نقش غلط مبین که همان لوح ساده‌ایم

We, the carefree and drunken who have lost our hearts,
are the confidants of love and the companions of the cup of wine.

Many a bow of blame has been drawn against us
ever since we untied our affairs by the eyebrow of the beloved.

O rose, it was only last night that you felt the brand of the morning cup;
we are that anemone which was born with the brand.

If the Magian elder has been vexed by our repentance,
tell him to clear the wine, for we stand here to make our excuses.

The matter depends on you: some help, O guide of the road,
for we admit the truth, and we have fallen from the way.

Do not look, as with the tulip, at the wine and the cup in the midst of it;
look at this brand that we have laid upon our bleeding heart.

You said: "Hafez, what is all this colour and fancy?"
Do not misread the picture, for we are the same plain tablet as before.