Hafez · A star shone out
ستاره ای بدرخشید و ماه مجلس شددل رمیده ما را رفیق و مونس شد
نگار من که به مکتب نرفت و خط ننوشتبه غمزه مسئله آموز صد مدرس شد
به بوی او دل بیمار عاشقان چو صبافدای عارض نسرین و چشم نرگس شد
به صدر مصطبه ام می نشاند اکنون دوستگدای شهر نگه کن که میر مجلس شد
خیال آب خضر بست و جام اسکندربه جرعه نوشی سلطان ابوالفوارس شد
طربسرای محبت کنون شود معمورکه طاق ابروی یار منش مهندس شد
لب از ترشح می پاک کن برای خداکه خاطرم به هزاران گنه موسوس شد
کرشمه تو شرابی به عاشقان پیمودکه علم بی خبر افتاد و عقل بی حس شد
چو زر عزیز وجود است نظم من آریقبول دولتیان کیمیای این مس شد
ز راه میکده یاران عنان بگردانیدچرا که حافظ از این راه رفت و مفلس شد
A star has risen in your sky. This ghazal tells of a heart that had grown wary and was suddenly given a companion, and of a beggar seated at the head of the feast. Recognition or warmth may reach you from a direction you did not expect, and what seemed like ordinary copper in you may be turned to gold by someone's favour. Receive it gratefully, without needing to explain it; the beloved here teaches masters without ever having gone to school. Hafez closes with a smile and a caution: enjoy the feast, but keep enough of yourself that you do not leave it empty-handed.
A star shone out and became the moon of the gathering,
became friend and companion to our startled heart.
My beauty, who never went to school nor learned to write,
with one glance became the teacher of a hundred masters.
For that fragrance, the lovers' sick heart, like the breeze,
was offered up to the eglantine cheek and the narcissus eye.
Now the Friend seats me at the head of the tavern bench:
see the city's beggar, who has become lord of the feast.
The dream of Khizr's water and Alexander's cup
came true in a draught drunk by Sultan Abu'l-Favaris.
The pleasure-house of love will now be built and flourish,
for the arch of my beloved's brow became its architect.
For God's sake, wipe the drops of wine from your lip,
for my mind is troubled by a thousand sins.
Your glance poured out for lovers such a wine
that learning fell unconscious and reason lost its senses.
Like gold, my verse is precious in its being; yes —
the favour of the fortunate became the alchemy of this copper.
Friends, turn your reins from the tavern road,
for Hafez went this way and came out penniless.