Hafez · Ghazal 142 · The daughter of the vine
دوستان دختر رز توبه ز مستوری کردشد سوی محتسب و کار به دستوری کرد
آمد از پرده به مجلس عرقش پاک کنیدتا نگویند حریفان که چرا دوری کرد
مژدگانی بده ای دل که دگر مطرب عشقراه مستانه زد و چاره مخموری کرد
نه به هفت آب، که رنگش به صد آتش نرودآن چه با خرقه زاهد، می انگوری کرد
غنچه گلبن وصلم ز نسیمش بشکفتمرغ خوشخوان طرب از برگ گل سوری کرد
حافظ افتادگی از دست مده زان که حسودعرض و مال و دل و دین در سر مغروری کرد
What was hidden has stepped into the open, and the mood of this ghazal is relief and good news: a long dryness is ending, and the minstrel has found the cure. Something in your life that was held back may be coming into the light, to be welcomed rather than resisted. Hafez closes with one firm counsel: keep your humility. Pride costs the proud everything they value, while a humble heart blossoms like the rosebud in the breeze.
Friends, the daughter of the vine has repented of keeping veiled;
she went to the muhtasib and did the work with his permission.
She has come from behind the curtain into the gathering; wipe away her sweat,
so the companions will not ask why she stayed away.
Give the good news, O heart, for once again love's minstrel
has played a drunken tune and found a cure for the hangover.
Not seven waters, nor even a hundred fires, will remove the colour
that the wine of the grape has left on the zahid's cloak.
The bud on the rosebush of my union blossomed in its breeze;
the sweet-singing bird made merry with the petal of the red rose.
Hafez, do not let go of humility, for the envious one
lost honour, wealth, heart and faith through his pride.