Hafez · Ghazal 105 · If the Sufi drinks in measure
صوفی ار باده به اندازه خورد نوشش بادور نه اندیشه این کار فراموشش باد
آن که یک جرعه می از دست تواند دادندست با شاهد مقصود در آغوشش باد
پیر ما گفت خطا بر قلم صنع نرفتآفرین بر نظر پاک خطاپوشش باد
شاه ترکان، سخن مدعیان می‌شنودشرمی از مظلمه خون سیاوشش باد
گر چه از کبر، سخن با من درویش نگفتجان فدای شکرین‌پسته خاموشش باد
چشمم از آینه‌داران خط و خالش گشتلبم از بوسه‌ربایان بر و دوشش باد
نرگس مست نوازش‌کن مردم‌دارشخون عاشق به قدح گر بخورد نوشش باد
به غلامی تو مشهور جهان شد حافظحلقه بندگی زلف تو در گوشش باد
This ghazal speaks of measure and of generous seeing. Enjoy what you enjoy, Hafez says, but in proportion; and if you cannot keep the measure, let it go. Then he offers one of his best-loved lines: his elder saw no error in creation, and Hafez blesses that pure, fault-covering gaze. Try it today. Look at the people and events around you with eyes that cover faults rather than hunt for them, and do not let the words of slanderers sway you. Kindness in seeing brings peace.
If the Sufi drinks wine in measure, may it do him good;
if not, may he forget all thought of the matter.
Whoever is able to give up a single sip of wine,
may his arms hold the beloved of his desire.
Our elder said no error ever ran from the pen of creation:
blessings on his pure, fault-covering sight!
The king of the Turks listens to the words of the slanderers:
may he feel some shame for the wrong of Siavash's blood.
Though from pride he did not say a word to me, a dervish,
may my soul be offered for his silent, sugared pistachio mouth.
My eye has become one of the mirror-holders to his down and mole;
may my lip be one of the kiss-stealers from his breast and shoulder.
His drunken narcissus, gentle and kind to people,
if it drinks the lover's blood by the cupful, may it do it good.
Hafez has become famous in the world as your servant:
may the ring of servitude to your curl be in his ear.