Hafez · Ghazal 145 · What intoxication is this
چه مستی است ندانم که رو به ما آوردکه بود ساقی و این باده از کجا آورد
چه راه می‌زند این مطرب مقام شناسکه در میان غزل قول آشنا آورد
تو نیز باده به چنگ آر و راه صحرا گیرکه مرغ نغمه‌سرا ساز خوش‌نوا آورد
دلا چو غنچه شکایت ز کار بسته مکنکه باد صبح، نسیم گره‌گشا آورد
رسیدن گل نسرین به خیر و خوبی بادبنفشه شاد و کش آمد، سمن صفا آورد
صبا به خوش‌خبری هدهد سلیمان استکه مژده طرب از گلشن سبا آورد
علاج ضعف دل ما کرشمه ساقیستبرآر سر که طبیب آمد و دوا آورد
مرید پیر مغانم ز من مرنج ای شیخچرا که وعده تو کردی و او به جا آورد
به تنگ‌چشمی آن ترک لشکری نازمکه حمله بر من درویش یک قبا آورد
فلک غلامی حافظ کنون به طوع کندکه التجا به در دولت شما آورد
Good news fills this ghazal. The morning wind brings the breeze that unties knots; the hoopoe carries joy from Sheba; the physician has come with the remedy. If something in your life has felt closed tight, like a bud, Hafez asks you not to complain of it, for the season of opening is here. Go out into the open air, take up what gladdens you, and turn to the guide who keeps promises rather than the one who only makes them.
What intoxication is this that has come our way, I do not know;
who was the saqi, and where did he bring this wine from?
What mode is this minstrel playing, who knows every station,
that in the middle of the ghazal he brings in a familiar song?
You too, take wine in hand and set out for the open country,
for the singing bird has brought a sweet-toned instrument.
O heart, do not complain, like the bud, of a closed-up affair,
for the morning wind has brought the knot-untying breeze.
May the coming of the eglantine bring goodness and blessing;
the violet is glad and has come happily; the jasmine has brought purity.
In bringing good news, the east wind is Solomon's hoopoe,
which brought tidings of joy from the rose garden of Sheba.
The cure for our heart's weakness is the saqi's coquetry;
lift your head, for the physician has come and brought the remedy.
I am the disciple of the Magian elder; do not be hurt with me, sheikh,
for you made the promise, and he kept it.
I delight in the narrow eyes of that Turkish soldier,
who launched his attack on me, a dervish with a single robe.
Now heaven willingly serves Hafez,
since he has taken refuge at the door of your fortune.