Hafez · Ghazal 212 · A cup or two at dawn
یک دو جامم دی سحرگه اتفاق افتاده بودوز لب ساقی شرابم در مذاق افتاده بود
از سر مستی دگر با شاهد عهد شبابرجعتی می‌خواستم لیکن طلاق افتاده بود
در مقامات طریقت هر کجا کردیم سیرعافیت را با نظربازی فراق افتاده بود
ساقیا جام دمادم ده که در سیر طریقهر که عاشق‌وش نیامد در نفاق افتاده بود
ای معبر مژده‌ای فرما که دوشم آفتابدر شکرخواب صبوحی هم وثاق افتاده بود
نقش می‌بستم که گیرم گوشه‌ای زان چشم مستطاقت و صبر از خم ابروش طاق افتاده بود
گر نکردی نصرت دین، شاه یحیی، از کرمکار ملک و دین ز نظم و اتساق افتاده بود
حافظ آن ساعت که این نظم پریشان می‌نوشتطایر فکرش به دام اشتیاق افتاده بود
Some doors close for good, as Hafez finds when he wishes to return to his youth, and this ghazal asks you to accept that gracefully. Yet it also holds a bright sign: he dreamed that the sun shared his room, and asks the dream-reader for good news. Light is close to you. Walk your path as a lover, sincerely, rather than playing a part. Do not chase what has passed; turn towards what the morning offers now. Generosity, your own and others', can still set your affairs in good order.
Yesterday at dawn I happened to have a cup or two,
and wine from the saqi's lip had touched my tongue.
In my drunkenness I wanted to return to the beauty of my youth,
but the divorce had already been pronounced.
In the stations of the Path, wherever we travelled,
safety and gazing on beauty had parted ways.
Saqi, give cup after cup, for on the journey of the Path
whoever did not come as a lover had fallen into hypocrisy.
O reader of dreams, give me good news, for last night the sun
had shared my room in the sugar-sleep of the dawn draught.
I was imagining I might take a corner of that drunken eye;
my strength and patience were worn out before the arch of her brow.
Had Shah Yahya, Helper of the Faith, not acted generously,
the affairs of kingdom and faith would have fallen out of order.
Hafez, in the hour he was writing this scattered verse,
the bird of his thought had fallen into the snare of longing.