Hafez · Ghazal 257 · Show your face, and tell me to give up my soul
روی بنما و مرا گو که ز جان دل برگیرپیش شمع آتش پروانه به جان گو درگیر
در لب تشنه ما بین و مدار آب دریغبر سر کشته خویش آی و ز خاکش برگیر
ترک درویش مگیر ار نبود سیم و زرشدر غمت سیم شمار اشک و رخش را زر گیر
چنگ بنواز و بساز ار نبود عود چه باک؟آتشم عشق و دلم عود و تنم مجمر گیر
در سماع آی و ز سر خرقه برانداز و برقصور نه با گوشه رو و خرقه ما در سر گیر
صوف برکش ز سر و باده صافی درکشسیم در باز و به زر سیمبری در بر گیر
دوست گو یار شو و هر دو جهان دشمن باشبخت گو پشت مکن، روی زمین لشکر گیر
میل رفتن مکن ای دوست دمی با ما باشبر لب جوی، طرب جوی و به کف ساغر گیر
رفته گیر از برم و زآتش و آب دل و چشمگونه‌ام زرد و لبم خشک و کنارم تر گیر
حافظ آراسته کن بزم و بگو واعظ راکه ببین مجلسم و ترک سر منبر گیر
This ghazal asks for wholeheartedness. Hafez says that love does not need wealth or fine materials: if there is no incense, let love be the fire and the heart the aloeswood. If you feel you have little to offer, know that a sincere heart is offering enough. Join the dance fully rather than standing at the edge in borrowed clothes. With the true Friend on your side, the opposition of the world matters little. And do not rush away: stay a moment by the stream, take the cup, and enjoy the company you are in.
Show your face, and tell me to give up my soul;
tell the fire, before the candle, to seize the moth's life.
Look at our thirsty lips, and do not hold back the water;
come to the head of your slain one and lift him from the dust.
Do not abandon the dervish because he has no silver or gold;
in grief for you, count his tears as silver and his pale face as gold.
Play the harp and tune it; if there is no aloeswood, what of it?
Take love as my fire, my heart as the aloes, my body as the censer.
Come into the dance of sama, throw the cloak from your head and dance;
or else go to a corner and pull our cloak over your head.
Pull the wool off your head and drink the pure wine;
stake your silver, and with gold take a silver-limbed one in your arms.
Say, "Let the Friend be my friend, and both worlds my enemy";
say, "Fortune, do not turn your back," and take the face of the earth as your army.
Do not wish to leave, my friend; stay with us a moment;
seek joy by the edge of the stream, and take a cup in your hand.
Count me as gone from your side, and from the fire and water of heart and eye,
count my face as yellow, my lips as dry and my lap as wet.
Hafez, adorn the gathering, and tell the preacher:
"Look at my gathering, and give up the pulpit."