Ghazal 367

فتوی پیر مغان دارم و قولی‌ست قدیم
که حرام است می آن جا که نه یار است ندیم

چاک خواهم زدن این دلق ریایی، چه کنم؟
روح را صحبت ناجنس، عذابی‌ست الیم

تا مگر جرعه فشاند لب جانان بر من
سال‌ها شد که منم بر در میخانه مقیم

مگرش خدمت دیرین من از یاد برفت
ای نسیم سحری! یاد دهش عهد قدیم

بعد صد سال اگر بر سر خاکم گذری
سر برآرد ز گلم رقص‌کنان عظم رمیم

دلبر از ما به صد امید ستد اول دل
ظاهرا عهد فرامش نکند خلق کریم

غنچه گو «تنگ‌دل از کار فروبسته مباش
کز دم صبح مدد یابی و انفاس نسیم»

فکر بهبود خود ای دل ز دری دیگر کن
درد عاشق نشود به، به مداوای حکیم

گوهر معرفت آموز که با خود ببری
که نصیب دگران است نصاب زر و سیم

دام سخت است مگر یار شود لطف خدا
ور نه آدم نبرد صرفه ز شیطان رجیم

حافظ ار سیم و زرت نیست، چه شد؟ شاکر باش
چه به از دولت لطف سخن و طبع سلیم

I have a ruling from the Magian elder, and it is an old saying,
that wine is unlawful in a place where the friend is not one's companion.

I will tear this cloak of hypocrisy: what else can I do?
For the spirit, the company of those not of its kind is a painful torment.

In the hope that the lip of the beloved may sprinkle a draught on me,
for years now I have been living at the door of the tavern.

Perhaps my long service has gone from his memory;
O breeze of dawn, remind him of the old covenant.

If after a hundred years you pass over my dust,
my rotted bones will raise their head from the clay, dancing.

The stealer of hearts first took our heart with a hundred hopes held out;
surely a generous nature does not forget its promise.

Tell the bud: "Do not be downcast that your affair is closed up tight,
for you will find help from the breath of morning and the sighs of the breeze."

O heart, look for your healing at another door;
the lover's pain is not made better by the physician's treatment.

Learn the jewel of true knowledge, which you can take with you,
for the store of gold and silver falls to the share of others.

The snare is strong, unless the kindness of God comes to help;
otherwise Adam gains no advantage over the accursed Satan.

Hafez, if you have no silver or gold, what of it? Be thankful;
what is better than the fortune of graceful speech and a sound nature?