Hafez · Ghazal 423 · Heavy with sleep
دوش رفتم به در میکده خواب‌آلودهخرقه تر دامن و سجاده شراب‌آلوده
آمد افسوس‌کنان مغبچه باده‌فروشگفت بیدار شو ای رهرو خواب‌آلوده
شست و شویی کن و آن‌گه به خرابات خرامتا نگردد ز تو این دیر خراب آلوده
به هوای لب شیرین پسران چند کنیجوهر روح به یاقوت مذاب آلوده
به طهارت گذران منزل پیری و مکنخلعت شیب چو تشریف شباب آلوده
پاک و صافی شو و از چاه طبیعت به در آیکه صفایی ندهد آب تراب‌آلوده
گفتم ای جان جهان دفتر گل عیبی نیستکه شود فصل بهار از می ناب آلوده
آشنایان ره عشق در این بحر عمیقغرقه گشتند و نگشتند به آب آلوده
گفت حافظ لغز و نکته به یاران مفروشآه از این لطف به انواع عتاب آلوده
You may be arriving at an important door still half asleep, carrying the marks of old habits. Hafez hears a young voice telling him, kindly but firmly: wake up, wash, and then come in. This is a call to clarity. Climb out of the well of old patterns; muddy water gives no reflection. Yet he also reminds you that the deepest lovers are untouched by the sea they drown in. Approach what you seek with a clean heart, and it will receive you.
Last night I went to the tavern door, heavy with sleep,
my cloak wet at the hem, my prayer-mat stained with wine.
The Magian boy, the wine-seller, came, lamenting,
and said, "Wake up, O sleep-heavy traveller.
Wash yourself first, and then come strolling to the tavern,
so that this ruined cloister is not stained by you.
How long, in longing for the lips of sweet youths,
will you stain the jewel of the spirit with melted ruby?
Pass the stage of old age in purity, and do not
stain the robe of grey hair as you did the robe of youth.
Become pure and clear, and climb out of the well of nature,
for water mixed with earth gives no clearness."
I said, "O soul of the world, it is no fault in the book of the rose
if the springtime is stained with pure wine."
"Those who know the road of love have drowned in this deep sea
and never once been stained with water."
He said, "Hafez, do not sell riddles and fine points to your friends."
Alas for this kindness, stained with every kind of reproach!