Ghazal 388

بهار و گل طرب‌انگیز گشت و توبه‌شکن
به شادی رخ گل بیخ غم ز دل بر کن

رسید باد صبا غنچه در هواداری
ز خود برون شد و بر خود درید پیراهن

طریق صدق بیاموز از آب صافی دل
به راستی طلب آزادگی ز سرو چمن

ز دستبرد صبا گرد گل کلاله نگر
شکنج گیسوی سنبل ببین به روی سمن

عروس غنچه رسید از حرم به طالع سعد
بعینه دل و دین می‌برد به وجه حسن

صفیر بلبل شوریده و نفیر هزار
برای وصل گل آمد برون ز بیت حزن

حدیث صحبت خوبان و جام باده بگو
به قول حافظ و فتوی پیر صاحب فن

Spring and the rose have become stirrers of joy and breakers of repentance;
in gladness at the face of the rose, pull the root of grief from your heart.

The east wind arrived, and the bud, in its devotion,
went out of itself and tore its shirt upon its own body.

Learn the way of sincerity from water, which is clear of heart;
for uprightness, seek freedom from the cypress of the meadow.

See the curls about the rose, ruffled by the hand of the east wind;
see the twist of the hyacinth's tresses upon the face of the jasmine.

The bride that is the bud has come from her chamber under a fortunate star;
truly she carries off heart and faith in the fairest way.

The whistle of the frenzied nightingale and the cry of the bulbul
have come out of the house of sorrow for the sake of union with the rose.

Tell the story of the company of the beautiful and of the cup of wine,
on the word of Hafez and the ruling of the elder who knows the art.