Hafez · Ghazal 41 · Though wine gives joy
اگر چه باده فرح بخش و باد گل‌بیز استبه بانگ چنگ مخور می که محتسب تیز است
صراحی‌ای و حریفی گرت به چنگ افتدبه عقل نوش که ایام فتنه انگیز است
در آستین مرقع پیاله پنهان کنکه همچو چشم صراحی، زمانه خونریز است
به آب دیده بشوییم خرقه‌ها از میکه موسم ورع و روزگار پرهیز است
مجوی عیش خوش از دور باژگون سپهرکه صاف این سر خم جمله دردی آمیز است
سپهر بر شده پرویزنی‌ست خون افشانکه ریزه‌اش سر کسری و تاج پرویز است
عراق و فارس گرفتی به شعر خوش حافظبیا که نوبت بغداد و وقت تبریز است
The wind is scattering roses and there is joy to be had, but Hafez counsels discretion: the times are unsettled, so enjoy your blessings quietly and with good sense. Do not expect the world to give you clear wine without dregs; even the great kings found it uneven. That is not a reason for gloom, only for wisdom and modesty. Then, in the last couplet, his tone lifts: you have already won more than you realise with your gifts. In good time, new horizons will call you further.
Though wine gives joy and the wind is scattering roses,
do not drink to the sound of the harp, for the morals officer is sharp.
If a flask and a companion fall into your hands,
drink with good sense, for the times are stirring up trouble.
Hide the cup in the sleeve of your patched cloak,
for, like the flask's spout, the age is shedding blood.
Let us wash the wine from our cloaks with the water of our eyes,
for it is the season of piety and a time of abstinence.
Do not seek sweet pleasure from the upside-down turning of the sky,
for the clear wine at the top of this jar is all mixed with dregs.
The lofty sky is a sieve that scatters blood,
and what it sifts down are the heads of Kasra and the crowns of Parviz.
You have taken Iraq and Fars with your sweet poetry, Hafez;
come, it is the turn of Baghdad and the time of Tabriz.