Hafez · Ghazal 119 · A heart that holds the cup of Jamshid
دلی که غیب‌نمای است و جام جم داردز خاتمی که دمی گم شود، چه غم دارد؟
به خط و خال گدایان مده خزینه دلبه دست شاهوشی ده که محترم دارد
نه هر درخت تحمل کند جفای خزانغلام همت سروم که این قدم دارد
رسید موسم آن کز طرب چو نرگس مستنهد به پای قدح هر که شش درم دارد
زر از بهای می اکنون چو گل دریغ مدارکه عقل کل به صدت عیب متهم دارد
ز سر غیب، کس آگاه نیست؛ قصه مخوانکدام محرم دل ره در این حرم دارد؟
دلم که لاف تجرد زدی، کنون صد شغلبه بوی زلف تو با باد صبحدم دارد
مراد دل ز که پرسم؟ که نیست دلداریکه جلوه نظر و شیوه کرم دارد
ز جیب خرقه حافظ چه طرف بتوان بستکه ما صمد طلبیدیم و او صنم دارد
If you have lost something lately, the verse asks: why grieve over a ring when your heart itself is the cup that sees? What you truly carry cannot be mislaid. Be careful, though, where you place your trust; give your heart into hands that will honour it. Stand like the cypress, which keeps its footing through autumn. Do not spend yourself guessing at hidden things no one can know. Spend instead, like the rose, on what brings joy now, while the season is right.
A heart that reveals the unseen and holds the cup of Jamshid,
why should it grieve over a ring that is lost for a moment?
Do not give the treasury of your heart to the down and moles of beggars;
give it into the hand of a kingly one who will hold it in honour.
Not every tree can bear the cruelty of autumn;
I am the slave of the cypress's resolve, for it stands so firm.
The season has come when, from joy, like the drunken narcissus,
whoever has six dirhams will lay them at the foot of the cup.
Now, like the rose, do not hold back your gold from the price of wine,
for universal reason charges you with a hundred faults.
No one knows the secret of the unseen; do not recite tales:
what confidant of the heart has a way into this sanctuary?
My heart, which used to boast of solitude, now has a hundred affairs
with the morning wind, for the scent of your curl.
Whom shall I ask for my heart's desire? For there is no beloved
with both the grace of a glance and the way of generosity.
What profit can be had from the pocket of Hafez's cloak?
For we sought the Eternal, and he keeps an idol.