Hafez · Ghazal 276 · If the gardener wants the rose
باغبان گر پنج‌روزی صحبت گل بایدشبر جفای خار هجران صبر بلبل بایدش
ای دل اندر بند زلفش از پریشانی منالمرغ زیرک چون به دام افتد تحمل بایدش
رند عالم‌سوز را با مصلحت‌بینی چه‌کار؟کار ملک است آن که تدبیر و تأمل بایدش
تکیه بر تقوی و دانش در طریقت کافری‌ستراهرو گر صد هنر دارد توکل بایدش
با چنین زلف و رخش بادا نظربازی حرامهر که روی یاسمین و جعد سنبل بایدش
نازها زان نرگس مستانه‌اش باید کشیداین دل شوریده تا آن جعد و کاکل بایدش
ساقیا در گردش ساغر تعلل تا به چند؟دور چون با عاشقان افتد تسلسل بایدش
کیست حافظ تا ننوشد باده بی‌آواز رود؟عاشق مسکین چرا چندین تجمل بایدش؟
To keep company with the rose, even for a few days, the gardener must bear the thorn with a nightingale's patience. That is the heart of this ghazal for you. If you are caught in something that unsettles you, do not thrash against it; the wise bird in the snare waits calmly. Do not lean only on your own cleverness or merit; trust is needed too, whatever your skills. And do not ask for too much ceremony before you allow yourself joy. A simple cup, offered now, is enough.
If the gardener wants five days in the company of the rose,
he must bear the thorn of separation with the nightingale's patience.
O heart, caught in the bonds of her curl, do not moan at your confusion;
when the clever bird falls into the snare, it must have forbearance.
What has the world-burning rend to do with prudent calculation?
That is the business of kingdoms, which need planning and reflection.
To lean on piety and learning on the Path is unbelief;
though the traveller has a hundred skills, he must have trust in God.
With such a curl and such a face as hers, let gazing be forbidden
to anyone who still wants the jasmine's face and the hyacinth's curls.
One must put up with many airs from that drunken narcissus of hers,
as long as this frenzied heart wants that curl and forelock.
Saqi, how long this delay in passing the cup around?
When the round comes to the lovers, it must go on without end.
Who is Hafez, not to drink wine without the sound of the lute?
Why should the poor lover need so much ceremony?