Ghazal 419

وصال او ز عمر جاودان به
خداوندا مرا آن ده که آن به

به شمشیرم زد و با کس نگفتم
که راز دوست از دشمن نهان به

به داغ بندگی مردن بر این در
به جان او که از ملک جهان به

خدا را از طبیب من بپرسید
که آخر کی شود این ناتوان به؟

گلی کآن پایمال سرو ما گشت
بود خاکش ز خون ارغوان به

به خلدم دعوت ای زاهد! مفرما
که این سیب زنخ، زآن بوستان به

دلا! دائم گدای کوی او باش
به حکم آن که دولت جاودان به

جوانا! سر متاب از پند پیران
که رأی پیر از بخت جوان به

شبی می‌گفت چشم کس ندیده‌ست
ز مروارید گوشم در جهان به

اگر چه زنده‌رود آب حیات است
ولی شیراز ما از اصفهان به

سخن اندر دهان دوست شکر
ولیکن گفتهٔ حافظ از آن به

Union with him is better than everlasting life;
O Lord, give me that, for that is better.

He struck me with the sword and I told no one,
for the secret of the friend is better hidden from the enemy.

To die at this door bearing the brand of servitude,
by his life, is better than the kingdom of the world.

For God's sake, ask my physician
when at last this weak one will be better.

The rose that was trampled under the foot of our cypress:
its dust is better than the blood of the Judas tree.

Ascetic, do not invite me to paradise,
for this apple of a chin is better than that orchard.

O heart, be always a beggar in his lane,
on the principle that lasting fortune is better.

Young man, do not turn away from the advice of the old,
for the judgement of the old is better than the luck of the young.

One night he was saying: no eye has seen
anything in the world better than the pearl in my ear.

Though the Zayandeh Rud is the water of life,
yet our Shiraz is better than Isfahan.

Words in the mouth of the friend are sugar,
and yet what Hafez says is better than that.