Ghazal 432

مخمور جام عشقم، ساقی بده شرابی
پر کن قدح که بی می، مجلس ندارد آبی

وصف رخ چو ماهش، در پرده راست نآید
مطرب بزن نوایی، ساقی بده شرابی

شد حلقه، قامت من، تا بعد از این رقیبت
زین در دگر نراند، ما را به هیچ بابی

در انتظار رویت، ما و امیدواری
در عشوهٔ وصالت، ما و خیال و خوابی

مخمور آن دو چشمم، آیا کجاست جامی؟
بیمار آن دو لعلم، آخر کم از جوابی

حافظ چه می‌نهی دل، تو در خیال خوبان
کی تشنه سیر گردد، از لمعهٔ سرابی؟

I am languishing from the cup of love: cupbearer, give me wine;
fill the goblet, for without wine the gathering has no lustre.

The description of his moon-like face will not come right in any mode;
minstrel, strike up a tune; cupbearer, give me wine.

My body has bent into a ring, so that from now on your guardian
may not drive us from this door on any pretext.

Waiting for your face, we have only hopefulness;
deluded with union with you, we have only fancy and dream.

I am languishing for those two eyes: where is there a cup?
I am sick for those two ruby lips: at the least, an answer.

Hafez, why do you set your heart on the fancy of the beautiful?
When was a thirsty man ever satisfied by the gleam of a mirage?

You are homesick and restless, and want something to lift your mood. For a long time you have lived on hope and fancy without receiving an answer. You have the right to ask at least for a clear reply. But be alert: setting your heart on a fancy is like trying to quench thirst at a mirage. See whether this hope has a real foundation or not.