Hafez · Ghazal 186 · If the wine-seller grants the rends their need
گر می‌فروش، حاجت رندان روا کندایزد، گنه ببخشد و دفع بلا کند
ساقی، به جام عدل بده باده! تا گداغیرت نیاورد، که جهان پر‌بلا کند
حقا کز این غمان برسد مژده امانگر سالکی، به عهد امانت، وفا کند
گر رنج، پیشت آید و گر راحت، ای حکیم!نسبت مکن به غیر! که این‌ها خدا کند
در کارخانه‌ای که ره عقل و فضل نیستفهم ضعیف‌رای، فضولی چرا کند؟
مطرب بساز پرده! که کس، بی‌اجل نمردوان کاو نه این ترانه سراید، خطا کند
ما را که درد عشق و بلای خمار کشتیا وصل دوست یا می صافی، دوا کند
جان رفت در سر می و «حافظ»، به عشق سوختعیسی‌دمی کجاست که احیای ما کند؟
This ghazal asks you to trust. Whether ease or difficulty comes, Hafez says, do not blame others for it; these things are in God's hands, in a workshop where our small reasoning cannot reach. That is not cause for fear but for rest: the good news of safety will come to whoever keeps faith. Be fair and generous with what you have, so no one is left out. Then let the musician play, for worry adds no hour to life. Your cure is near: closeness to what you love.
If the wine-seller grants the rends their need,
God will forgive the sin and turn away misfortune.
Saqi, pour the wine in the cup of justice, so that the beggar
does not grow jealous and fill the world with trouble.
Truly, from these griefs the good news of safety will come,
if a wayfarer keeps faith with the pledge of trust.
Whether pain comes to you or ease, O wise one,
do not attribute it to anyone else, for these things God does.
In a workshop where reason and learning have no way,
why should a feeble understanding meddle?
Minstrel, tune your strings, for no one died before their hour,
and whoever does not sing this song is mistaken.
For us, whom the pain of love and the curse of the after-ache have killed,
either union with the Friend or pure wine will be the cure.
The soul was given for wine, and Hafez burned in love;
where is one with the breath of Jesus who will bring us back to life?