Hafez · Ghazal 397 · Come in and light our chamber
ز در در آ و شبستان ما منور کنهوای مجلس روحانیان معطر کن
اگر فقیه نصیحت کند که عشق مبازپیاله‌ای بدهش گو دماغ را تر کن
به چشم و ابروی جانان سپرده‌ام دل و جانبیا بیا و تماشای طاق و منظر کن
ستاره شب هجران نمی‌فشاند نوربه بام قصر برآ و چراغ مه بر کن
بگو به خازن جنت که خاک این مجلسبه تحفه بر سوی فردوس و عود مجمر کن
از این مزوجه و خرقه نیک در تنگمبه یک کرشمه صوفی‌وشم قلندر کن
چو شاهدان چمن زیردست حسن تواندکرشمه بر سمن و جلوه بر صنوبر کن
فضول نفس حکایت بسی کند ساقیتو کار خود مده از دست و می به ساغر کن
حجاب دیده ادراک شد شعاع جمالبیا و خرگه خورشید را منور کن
طمع به قند وصال تو حد ما نبودحوالتم به لب لعل همچو شکر کن
لب پیاله ببوس آنگهی به مستان دهبدین دقیقه دماغ معاشران تر کن
پس از ملازمت عیش و عشق مه‌رویانز کارها که کنی شعر حافظ از بر کن
This ghazal is an invitation for light to enter a dark room. Hafez asks the beloved to come in, brighten the night-chamber, and set the moon's lamp burning when the stars of separation give no light. If you are waiting through a dim time, let this remind you that warmth often enters through a single door. Do not let restless thoughts distract you from what is yours to do. Keep your heart open, be generous with what you have, and let beauty and poetry refresh you.
Come in at the door and light up our night-chamber;
perfume the air of the gathering of the spirits.
If the jurist advises you, “Do not play at love,”
give him a cup and tell him: “Moisten your brain.”
To the beloved's eye and eyebrow I have entrusted heart and soul;
come, come, and gaze upon the arch and the window.
The star of the night of separation gives out no light;
come up to the palace roof and light the lamp of the moon.
Tell the treasurer of paradise to take the dust of this gathering
as a gift to heaven, and burn it in the censer as aloes.
I am sorely cramped by this patched garment and cloak;
with one glance make me, who look like a Sufi, a qalandar.
Since the beauties of the meadow are subjects of your beauty,
flirt with the jasmine, and parade before the pine.
Saqi, the meddling self tells many tales;
do not let your own work slip from your hand: pour wine into the cup.
The radiance of beauty has become a veil over the eye of perception;
come, and light up the sun's pavilion.
To crave the sugar of union with you was beyond our place;
then send me to your ruby lip, sweet as sugar.
Kiss the cup's lip, and then hand it to the drunkards;
with this fine touch refresh your companions' minds.
After the service of pleasure and of loving the moon-faced,
of all the things you do, learn Hafez's verse by heart.