Hafez · Ghazal 219 · Now the rose has come into the meadow
کنون که در چمن آمد گل از عدم به وجودبنفشه در قدم او نهاد سر به سجود
بنوش جام صبوحی به ناله دف و چنگببوس غبغب ساقی به نغمه نی و عود
به دور گل منشین بی‌شراب و شاهد و چنگکه همچو روز بقا هفته‌ای بود معدود
شد از خروج ریاحین چو آسمان روشنزمین، به اختر میمون و طالع مسعود
ز دست شاهد نازک‌عذار عیسی‌دمشراب نوش و رها کن حدیث عاد و ثمود
جهان چو خلد برین شد به دور سوسن و گلولی چه سود که در وی نه ممکن است خلود
چو گل سوار شود بر هوا سلیمان‌وارسحر که مرغ درآید به نغمه داوود
به باغ، تازه کن آیین دین زردشتیکنون که لاله برافروخت آتش نمرود
بخواه جام صبوحی به یاد آصف عهدوزیر ملک سلیمان، عماد دین، محمود
بود که مجلس حافظ به یمن تربیتشهر آن چه می‌طلبد جمله باشدش موجود
The rose has arrived, and this ghazal asks you to notice it. Whatever you are weighing, Hafez reminds you that seasons of beauty and opportunity are brief, a week whose days are numbered. Do not spend this one brooding over old stories of ruin, the tales of Ad and Thamud. The garden is bright, the stars are favourable, and the music has begun. Welcome what is blooming in your life now, honour those who have supported you, and trust that what you need will be ready at hand when you gather with a grateful heart.
Now that the rose has come into the meadow from nothing into being,
the violet has laid its head at its feet in prostration.
Drink the morning cup to the lament of drum and harp;
kiss the saqi's chin to the song of reed and lute.
In the rose's season do not sit without wine, beloved and harp,
for, like the days of life, it lasts a week, and the days are numbered.
With the rising of sweet herbs the earth has grown bright as the sky,
under an auspicious star and a fortunate ascendant.
From the hand of a delicate-cheeked beauty with the breath of Jesus
drink wine, and leave aside the tale of Ad and Thamud.
In the season of lily and rose the world has become like highest paradise,
but what use is that, when no one can stay in it for ever?
When the rose rides on the air like Solomon,
at dawn, when the bird begins to sing with the voice of David,
renew in the garden the rite of Zoroaster's faith,
now that the tulip has kindled the fire of Nimrod.
Call for the morning cup in memory of the Asaf of our age,
the vizier of Solomon's kingdom, Emad al-Din Mahmud.
May it be that Hafez's gathering, by the blessing of his care,
finds all that it desires ready at hand.