Hafez · Ghazal 326 · A lovely idol in the hidden room
در نهانخانه عشرت صنمی خوش دارمکز سر زلف و رخش، نعل در آتش دارم
عاشق و رندم و می‌خواره به آواز بلندوین همه منصب از آن حور پری‌وش دارم
گر تو زین دست، مرا بی سر و سامان داریمن به آه سحرت زلف، مشوش دارم
گر چنین چهره گشاید خط زنگاری دوستمن رخ زرد، به خونابه منقش دارم
گر به کاشانه رندان قدمی خواهی زدنقل شعر شکرین و می بی‌غش دارم
ناوک غمزه بیار و رسن زلف که منجنگ‌ها با دل مجروح بلاکش دارم
حافظا چون غم و شادی جهان در گذر استبهتر آن است که من خاطر خود خوش دارم
Hafez ends this ghazal with plain wisdom: since both the sorrows and the joys of the world pass by, it is best to keep your own heart glad. Whatever is stirring you now, restless as a horseshoe in the fire, it too will pass. Meanwhile there is a hidden room within you where something lovely lives. Make space there for simple sweetness, good words and honest company, and welcome whoever comes to your door. A content heart is the best host.
In the hidden chamber of pleasure I keep a lovely idol,
for whose curl and cheek I have set a horseshoe in the fire.
Lover, rend and wine-drinker I am, and I say it aloud,
and all these honours I owe to that fairy-faced houri.
If in this way you keep me without home or order,
with my dawn sighs I will keep your curl in disarray.
If the Friend's verdigris down opens on such a face,
I will keep my yellow face painted with bloody tears.
If you will set foot in the house of the rends,
I have sweet verse for sweetmeats and pure, unmixed wine.
Bring the arrow of your glance and the rope of your curl, for I
have many battles with my wounded, trouble-bearing heart.
Hafez, since the sorrow and the joy of the world are passing,
it is better that I keep my heart content.