Hafez · Ghazal 133 · The Sufi laid his snare
صوفی نهاد دام و سر حقه، باز کردبنیاد مکر با فلک حقهباز کرد
بازی چرخ بشکندش بیضه در کلاهزیرا که عرض شعبده با اهل راز کرد
ساقی! بیا! که شاهد رعنای صوفیاندیگر به جلوه آمد و آغاز ناز کرد
این مطرب از کجاست که ساز عراق ساخت؟وآهنگ بازگشت به راه حجاز کرد؟
ای دل! بیا! که ما به پناه خدا رویمزآنچ آستین کوته و دست دراز کرد
صنعت مکن که هرکه محبت، نه راست باختعشقش به روی دل، در معنی، فراز کرد
فردا که پیشگاه حقیقت شود پدیدشرمنده رهروی که عمل بر مجاز کرد
ای کبک خوشخرام! کجا میروی؟ بایست!غره مشو! که گربه زاهد، نماز کرد
«حافظ»! مکن ملامت رندان! که در ازلما را خدا ز زهد ریا، بینیاز کرد
This ghazal is a warning against pretence, both other people's and your own. Someone may be showing a pious face while laying a snare; be like the wise partridge and do not trust the cat just because it has begun to pray. In your own dealings, play straight: love closes its door to whoever uses tricks. In time the truth shows what was real and what was only show. Take refuge in honesty, and you will have nothing to fear from that day.
The Sufi laid his snare and opened his box of tricks;
he began a scheme of deceit against the trickster sky.
The sky's game will break the egg in his cap,
because he displayed his conjuring to those who know the secret.
Saqi, come, for the lovely beloved of the Sufis
has come once more to show herself and has begun her coquetry.
Where is this minstrel from, who played in the mode of Iraq
and then turned his tune back along the road of Hejaz?
O heart, come, let us go to God's refuge
from the one with short sleeves and long hands.
Do not use artifice, for whoever did not play at love honestly,
love shut the door of meaning in the face of his heart.
Tomorrow, when the court of truth appears,
ashamed will be the traveller whose work was built on illusion.
O graceful-stepping partridge, where are you going? Stop!
Do not be deceived because the zahid's cat has begun to pray.
Hafez, do not reproach the rends, for in pre-eternity
God made us free of the need for hypocritical piety.