Ghazal 436

آن غالیه‌خط گر سوی ما نامه نوشتی
گردون ورق هستی ما درننوشتی

هر چند که هجران ثمر وصل برآرد
دهقان جهان! کاش که این تخم نکشتی

آمرزش نقد است کسی را که در این جا
یاری‌ست چو حوری و سرایی چو بهشتی

در مصطبهٔ عشق تنعم نتوان کرد
چون بالش زر نیست، بسازیم به خشتی

مفروش به باغ ارم و نخوت شداد
یک شیشه می و نوش‌لبی و لب کشتی

تا کی غم دنیای دنی ای دل دانا؟
حیف است ز خوبی که شود عاشق زشتی

آلودگی خرقه، خرابی جهان است
کو راهروی، اهل دلی، پاک‌سرشتی؟

از دست چرا هشت سر زلف تو حافظ؟
تقدیر چنین بود، چه کردی که نهشتی؟

If that one with the musk-scented down had written us a letter,
the sky would not have rolled up the page of our existence.

Although separation brings forth the fruit of union,
O farmer of the world, would that you had never sown that seed.

Forgiveness is paid in ready coin to the one who has here
a friend like a houri and a house like paradise.

On the bench of love one cannot live in comfort;
since there is no golden cushion, let us make do with a brick.

Do not sell, for the garden of Iram and the pride of Shaddad,
one flask of wine, a sweet-lipped friend and the edge of a field.

How long this grief over the base world, O knowing heart?
It is a pity for beauty to fall in love with ugliness.

The staining of the cloak is the ruin of the world;
where is a wayfarer, a man of heart, one of pure nature?

Why did Hafez let the tip of your tress slip from his hand?
So it was decreed; what could he have done but let it go?