Hafez · Ghazal 239 · The news has come that spring is here
رسید مژده که آمد بهار و سبزه دمیدوظیفه گر برسد، مصرفش گل است و نبید
صفیر مرغ برآمد، بط شراب کجاست؟فغان فتاد به بلبل، نقاب گل که کشید؟
ز میوه‌های بهشتی چه ذوق دریابدهر آن که سیب زنخدان شاهدی نگزید
مکن ز غصه شکایت که در طریق طلببه راحتی نرسید آن که زحمتی نکشید
ز روی ساقی مه‌وش گلی بچین امروزکه گرد عارض بستان خط بنفشه دمید
چنان کرشمه ساقی دلم ز دست ببردکه با کسی دگرم نیست برگ گفت و شنید
من این مرقع رنگین چو گل، بخواهم سوختکه پیر باده‌فروشش به جرعه‌ای نخرید
بهار می‌گذرد دادگسترا دریابکه رفت موسم و حافظ هنوز می نچشید
Good news: spring has come and the grass is green. This ghazal asks you to receive the new season fully and not let it pass you by. Its central counsel is in the fourth couplet: do not complain of the hardship you have borne, for no one on the road of seeking reaches ease without some effort. Your struggles have not been wasted; they have prepared the way. Let go of outward show that no longer serves you, pick the rose that is offered today, and taste the joy of this season before it moves on.
The good news has come that spring is here and the grass has sprung;
if my allowance arrives, it will be spent on roses and wine.
The bird's whistle has risen: where is the duck-shaped flask of wine?
The nightingale has cried out: who drew back the rose's veil?
What delight can he find in the fruits of paradise
who has never bitten the apple of a beauty's chin?
Do not complain of sorrow, for on the road of seeking
no one reached ease who did not bear some hardship.
Pick a rose today from the moonlike saqi's face,
for the violet down has sprung around the garden's cheek.
The saqi's glance has carried off my heart so completely
that I have no heart left to talk or listen to anyone else.
I will burn this patched cloak, many-coloured as a rose,
for the elder who sells the wine would not buy it for a single sip.
Spring is passing; O dispenser of justice, take note,
for the season has gone, and Hafez has not yet tasted wine.