Ghazal 47: Every wayfarer who learned the way to the tavern street

به کوی میکده هر سالکی که ره دانست
دری دگر زدن اندیشهٔ تبه دانست

زمانه افسر رندی نداد جز به کسی
که سرفرازی عالم در این کله دانست

بر آستانهٔ میخانه هر که یافت رهی
ز فیض جام می اسرار خانقه دانست

هر آن که راز دو عالم ز خط ساغر خواند
رموز جام جم از نقش خاک ره دانست

ورای طاعت دیوانگان ز ما مطلب
که شیخ مذهب ما عاقلی گنه دانست

دلم ز نرگس ساقی امان نخواست به جان
چرا که شیوهٔ آن ترک دل سیه دانست

ز جور کوکب طالع ،سحرگهان چشمم
چنان گریست که ناهید دید و مه دانست

حدیث حافظ و ساغر که می‌زند پنهان
چه جای محتسب و شحنه، پادشه دانست

بلندمرتبه شاهی که نه رواق سپهر
نمونه‌ای ز خم طاق بارگه دانست

Every wayfarer who learned the way to the tavern street
held it a wasted thought to knock at another door.

Time gave the crown of the rend only to one
who knew the world's high honour lay in that cap.

Whoever found a way to the threshold of the wine house
learned the secrets of the dervish lodge from the bounty of the cup.

Whoever read the secret of both worlds in the line of the goblet
learned the mysteries of Jamshid's cup from the dust of the road.

Do not ask of us more than the obedience of madmen,
for the sheikh of our creed held being reasonable a sin.

My heart did not ask the cupbearer's narcissus eye for its life,
for it knew the ways of that black-hearted Turk.

From the cruelty of my birth star, my eye at dawn
wept so that Venus saw it and the moon knew.

The story of Hafez and the cup he drinks in secret:
never mind officer and watchman, the king himself knew.

A king so high in rank that he held the nine vaults of the sky
a mere sample of the curve of his palace arch.