Hafez · Ghazal 444 · A city full of graceful ones
شهری‌ست پر ظریفان وز هر طرف نگارییاران! صلای عشق است گر می‌کنید کاری
چشم فلک نبیند زین طرفه‌تر جوانیدر دست کس نیفتد زین خوب‌تر نگاری
هرگز که دیده باشد جسمی ز جان مرکب؟بر دامنش مبادا زین خاکیان غباری
چون من شکسته‌ای را از پیش خود چه رانی؟کم غایت توقع بوسی‌ست یا کناری
می بی‌غش است دریاب، وقتی خوش است بشتابسال دگر که دارد امید نوبهاری؟
در بوستان حریفان مانند لاله و گلهر یک گرفته جامی بر یاد روی یاری
چون این گره گشایم؟ وین راز چون نمایم؟دردی و سخت دردی، کاری و صعب کاری
هر تار موی حافظ در دست زلف شوخیمشکل توان نشستن در این چنین دیاری
The world around you is full of beauty right now, and love is calling out an invitation, if you mean to answer it. Hafez is urgent here: the wine is pure, the time is good, so do not wait for some later spring that may not come. Raise your cup with friends and remember those you love. There may be a knot you cannot yet untie, a task that feels hard; let it be for now. This season is for living and enjoying.
This is a city full of graceful ones, with a beauty on every side;
friends, love is calling to all, if you mean to do something.
The eye of the sky will never see a more wondrous youth than this;
no one will ever hold a lovelier beauty in their hand.
Who has ever seen a body made of soul?
May no dust from us earthly ones ever touch the hem of her robe.
Why drive a broken one like me from your side?
All I hope for, at most, is a kiss or an embrace.
The wine is pure: take it. The time is sweet: hurry.
Who knows if there will be another spring next year?
In the garden the companions, like the tulip and the rose,
have each raised a cup in memory of some beloved's face.
How shall I undo this knot? How shall I reveal this secret?
A pain, and a hard pain; a task, and a difficult task.
Every strand of Hafez's hair is in the hand of a playful curl;
it is hard to sit still in a land like this.