Hafez · None so frenzied in the tavern of the magi
در همه دیر مغان نیست چو من شیداییخرقه جایی گرو باده و دفتر جایی
دل که آیینه شاهیست غباری دارداز خدا می طلبم صحبت روشن رایی
کرده ام توبه به دست صنم باده فروشکه دگر می نخورم بی رخ بزم آرایی
نرگس ار لاف زد از شیوه چشم تو مرنجنروند اهل نظر از پی نابینایی
شرح این قصه مگر شمع برآرد به زبانور نه پروانه ندارد به سخن پروایی
جوی‌ها بسته ام از دیده به دامان که مگردر کنارم بنشانند سهی بالایی
کشتی باده بیاور که مرا بی رخ دوستگشت هر گوشه چشم از غم دل دریایی
سخن غیر مگو با من معشوقه پرستکز وی و جام می ام نیست به کس پروایی
این حدیثم چه خوش آمد که سحرگه می گفتبر در میکده ای با دف و نی ترسایی
گر مسلمانی از این است که حافظ داردآه اگر از پی امروز بود فردایی
This ghazal comes from a heart full of longing and a little clouded, like a royal mirror covered with dust. Hafez asks for the company of someone with a clear mind, and that may be your need too: one honest, luminous friend who helps you see. Do not be shaken by those who boast or compare; people of true sight are not led by the blind. There may be feelings you cannot yet put into words, as the moth cannot speak of the flame. Let them be. Seek clarity, keep your devotion sincere rather than showy, and the dust will lift from the mirror.
In all the monastery of the magi there is none so frenzied as I:
my cloak in pawn for wine in one place, my book in another.
The heart, which is a royal mirror, has gathered dust;
I ask of God the company of someone bright of mind.
I have repented at the hand of the wine-selling idol
that I will drink no wine again without the face of one who graces the feast.
If the narcissus boasted of your eye's ways, do not be offended:
people of vision do not follow the blind.
Perhaps the candle can bring the telling of this tale to its tongue;
otherwise the moth has no care for words.
I have run streams from my eyes into my lap, in hope that
they will seat in my embrace one tall as a cypress.
Bring the ship of wine, for without the Friend's face
every corner of my eye has become a sea from the heart's grief.
Speak no word of others to me, who worship the beloved,
for, but for that one and my cup of wine, I care for no one.
How well this saying pleased me, which at dawn
a Christian was speaking at a tavern door with tambourine and reed:
"If being a Muslim is what Hafez has,
alas, if after today there should come a tomorrow."