Ghazal 479

صبح است و ژاله می‌چکد از ابر بهمنی
برگ صبوح ساز و بده جام یک منی

در بحر مایی و منی افتاده‌ام، بیار
می تا خلاص بخشدم از مایی و منی

خون پیاله خور که حلال است خون او
در کار یار باش که کاری‌ست کردنی

ساقی به دست باش که غم در کمین ماست
مطرب نگاه دار همین ره که می‌زنی

می ده که سر به گوش من آورد چنگ و گفت
«خوش بگذران و بشنو از این پیر منحنی»

ساقی به بی‌نیازی رندان که می بده
تا بشنوی ز صوت مغنی «هو الغنی»

It is morning, and the dew drips from the winter cloud;
make ready for the morning draught and hand me a cup of a full measure.

I have fallen into the sea of "we" and "I"; bring
wine, that it may set me free from "we" and "I".

Drink the blood of the cup, for its blood is lawful;
be about the business of the friend, for that is a work worth doing.

Cupbearer, stay close at hand, for grief lies in wait for us;
minstrel, keep to this same mode that you are playing.

Give wine, for the harp brought its head close to my ear and said:
"Live gladly, and listen to this bent old man."

Cupbearer, by the freedom from need of the rends, give wine,
so that you may hear in the singer's voice: "He is the One who needs nothing."