Hafez · Ghazal 281 · This fresh, laughing rose
یا رب این نوگل خندان که سپردی به منشمی‌سپارم به تو از چشم حسود چمنش
گرچه از کوی وفا گشت به صد مرحله دوردور باد آفت دور فلک از جان و تنش
گر به سرمنزل سلمی رسی ای باد صباچشم دارم که سلامی برسانی ز منش
به ادب نافه گشایی کن از آن زلف سیاهجای دل‌های عزیز است به هم بر مزنش
گو دلم حق وفا با خط و خالت داردمحترم دار در آن طره عنبرشکنش
در مقامی که به یاد لب او می نوشندسفله آن مست، که باشد خبر از خویشتنش
عرض و مال از در میخانه نشاید اندوختهر که این آب خورد رخت به دریا فکنش
هر که ترسد ز ملال انده عشقش نه حلالسر ما و قدمش یا لب ما و دهنش
شعر حافظ همه بیت الغزل معرفت استآفرین بر نفس دلکش و لطف سخنش
This ghazal opens with a prayer of entrustment: the fresh, laughing rose that was given into your care, you give back into God's keeping, safe from envious eyes. Whatever or whoever you are anxious for, you may do the same. Even when someone has drifted far, you can still wish them well with your whole heart. Handle tender things with courtesy, for they hold dear hearts. And if you love, love fully; the one who fears weariness misses love's gifts.
O Lord, this fresh and laughing rose that you entrusted to me,
I entrust to you, against the envious eyes of the meadow.
Though he has gone a hundred stages from the lane of faithfulness,
may the harm of the turning sky stay far from his soul and body.
If you reach Salma's dwelling, O morning breeze,
I hope you will carry a greeting to her from me.
With courtesy, loosen the musk-pod of that black curl:
it is the home of dear hearts; do not throw it into disorder.
Tell her: my heart has a claim of faithfulness on your down and your mole;
hold it in honour within that ambergris-twisting lock.
In the place where they drink wine to the memory of her lips,
base is the drunkard who is still aware of himself.
Honour and wealth cannot be stored up at the tavern door;
whoever drinks this water throws his belongings into the sea.
Whoever fears weariness, the sorrow of love is not lawful to him:
either my head at her feet, or my lips upon her mouth.
Hafez's poetry is all the finest verses of knowing;
praise be to his captivating breath and the grace of his words.