Hafez · Ghazal 362 · The meeting came
دیدار شد میسر و بوس و کنار هماز بخت شکر دارم و از روزگار هم
زاهد برو که طالع اگر طالع من استجامم به دست باشد و زلف نگار هم
ما عیب کس به مستی و رندی نمی‌کنیملعل بتان خوش است و می خوشگوار هم
ای دل بشارتی دهمت محتسب نماندو از می جهان پر است و بت میگسار هم
خاطر به دست تفرقه دادن نه زیرکیستمجموعه‌ای بخواه و صراحی بیار هم
بر خاکیان عشق فشان جرعه لبشتا خاک لعل‌گون شود و مشکبار هم
آن شد که چشم بد نگران بودی از کمینخصم از میان برفت و سرشک از کنار هم
چون کائنات جمله به بوی تو زنده‌اندای آفتاب سایه ز ما برمدار هم
چون آب روی لاله و گل، فیض حسن توستای ابر لطف بر من خاکی ببار هم
حافظ اسیر زلف تو شد از خدا بترسو از انتصاف آصف جم اقتدار هم
برهان ملک و دین که ز دست وزارتشایام کان یمین شد و دریا یسار هم
بر یاد رای انور او آسمان به صبحجان می‌کند فدا و کواکب نثار هم
گوی زمین ربوده چوگان عدل اوستوین برکشیده گنبد نیلی حصار هم
عزم سبک عنان تو در جنبش آورداین پایدار مرکز عالی مدار هم
تا از نتیجه فلک و طور دور اوستتبدیل ماه و سال و خزان و بهار هم
خالی مباد کاخ جلالش ز سرورانو از ساقیان سروقد گلعذار هم
This is a ghazal of thanksgiving. The meeting long hoped for has come, and Hafez thanks both fortune and the times. The watchful enemy has gone and the tears have dried, and he asks the beloved, like a sun and a rain-cloud, to keep shining and raining on him. If something has recently eased for you, receive it with gratitude rather than suspicion. Do not let your mind scatter into worry now; gather yourself and enjoy what has been given. The seasons will turn, but this good moment is real.
The meeting came within reach, and kisses and embrace too;
I give thanks to fortune, and to the times too.
Go away, ascetic: if my fortune is truly mine,
my cup will be in my hand, and the beloved's curl too.
We find no fault with anyone for drunkenness or rendi;
the ruby lip of the fair ones is sweet, and smooth wine too.
O heart, I bring you good news: the morals officer is gone,
and the world is full of wine, and of wine-drinking beauties too.
To hand the mind over to scattering is not wise;
ask for a book of verse, and bring the flagon too.
Scatter the draught of her lip on those who lie in love's dust,
so the dust turns ruby-coloured and musk-scented too.
Gone is the time when the evil eye kept watch from ambush;
the enemy has left the scene, and the tears have left my eyes too.
Since all creation lives by your fragrance,
O sun, do not take your shade from us either.
Since the freshness of the tulip and the rose is the bounty of your beauty,
O cloud of grace, rain on me, a thing of dust, too.
Hafez has become the captive of your curl: fear God,
and fear the justice of the Asaf with Jamshid's power too.
Borhan of state and faith, by whose vizier's hand
the right hand has become a mine in our days, and the left a sea too.
Remembering his radiant judgement, heaven at dawn
offers up its soul, and scatters the stars as gifts too.
The ball of the earth is carried off by the polo-stick of his justice,
and this high-raised, blue-domed fortress too.
Your swift-reined resolve sets in motion
this steady centre and the high-circling sphere too.
As long as from the workings of heaven and the turning of its wheel come
the change of month and year, of autumn and of spring too,
may his glorious palace never be empty of great men,
and of cypress-tall, rose-cheeked saqis too.