Hafez · Ghazal 396 · It is morning, saqi
صبح است ساقیا قدحی پرشراب کندور فلک درنگ ندارد شتاب کن
زان پیش‌تر که عالم فانی شود خرابما را ز جام باده گلگون خراب کن
خورشید می ز مشرق ساغر طلوع کردگر برگ عیش می‌طلبی ترک خواب کن
روزی که چرخ از گل ما کوزه‌ها کندزنهار کاسه سر ما پرشراب کن
ما مرد زهد و توبه و طامات نیستیمبا ما به جام باده صافی خطاب کن
کار صواب، باده پرستی‌ست حافظابرخیز و عزم جزم به کار صواب کن
Morning has come, and Hafez wakes you with some urgency: the sky does not wait, so do not sleep through your chance at joy. This ghazal is about seizing the hour while it is bright. If you have been postponing something that would bring you life and gladness, this may be the moment to rise and resolve on it. Leave aside pious show and heavy talk. Speak plainly and warmly, and fill your cup with what truly nourishes you, for the wheel keeps turning.
It is morning, saqi; fill a cup with wine;
the turning of the sky does not delay, so hurry.
Before this passing world falls to ruin,
ruin us with a cup of rose-coloured wine.
The sun of wine has risen from the east of the goblet;
if you want the means of pleasure, give up sleep.
On the day the wheel makes jugs from our clay,
take care to fill the bowl of our skull with wine.
We are not men of asceticism, repentance and pious show;
speak to us with a cup of clear wine.
The right deed, Hafez, is the worship of wine;
rise, and make a firm resolve to do the right deed.