Hafez · Ghazal 150 · If the saqi pours like this
ساقی ار باده از این دست به جام اندازدعارفان را همه در شرب مدام اندازد
ور چنین زیر خم زلف نهد دانه خالای بسا مرغ خرد را که به دام اندازد
ای خوشا دولت آن مست که در پای حریفسر و دستار نداند که کدام اندازد
زاهد خام که انکار می و جام کندپخته گردد چو نظر بر می خام اندازد
روز در کسب هنر کوش که می خوردن روزدل چون آینه، در زنگ ظلام اندازد
آن زمان وقت می صبح فروغ است که شبگرد خرگاه افق پرده شام اندازد
باده با محتسب شهر ننوشی زنهاربخورد باده‌ات و سنگ به جام اندازد
حافظا سر ز کله گوشه خورشید برآربختت ار قرعه بدان ماه تمام اندازد
This ghazal holds a sensible counsel among its delights: "Strive by day to gain skill," and save the wine for evening. There is a time for work and a time for joy, and the heart stays bright as a mirror when each keeps its place. Be careful whom you share your pleasures with; some will enjoy them and then throw a stone at your cup. Do not judge harshly, either: even the rawest critic ripens once he truly sees. If fortune's lot falls your way, lift your head high.
If the saqi pours wine into the cup in this way,
he will cast all the knowers into endless drinking.
And if he lays the bait of the mole beneath the curve of the curl like this,
how many a bird of reason he will cast into the snare!
Oh, the good fortune of the drunkard who, at his companion's feet,
does not know which to cast down, his head or his turban.
The raw zahid who rejects wine and the cup
will become ripe once he casts a glance at raw wine.
Strive by day to gain skill, for drinking wine by day
casts the mirror-like heart into the rust of darkness.
The time for wine as bright as morning is when the night
draws the curtain of evening round the pavilion of the horizon.
Beware, never drink wine with the city's muhtasib:
he will drink your wine and throw a stone at your cup.
Hafez, raise your head above the corner of the sun's cap
if your fortune casts the lot for that full moon.