Hafez · Ghazal 46 · Rose in my arms, wine in my hand
گل در بر و می در کف و معشوق به کام استسلطان جهانم به چنین روز، غلام است
گو شمع میارید در این جمع که امشبدر مجلس ما، ماه رخ دوست، تمام است
در مذهب ما، باده، حلال است ولیکنبی‌روی تو ای سرو گل‌اندام، حرام است
گوشم همه بر قول نی و نغمه چنگ استچشمم، همه، بر لعل لب و گردش جام است
در مجلس ما، عطر میامیز که ما راهر لحظه، ز گیسو‌ی تو، خوش‌بوی مشام است
از چاشنی قند مگو هیچ و ز شکرزآن رو که مرا از لب شیرین تو، کام است
تا گنج غمت در دل ویرانه، مقیم استهمواره مرا کوی خرابات، مقام است
از ننگ چه گویی که مرا نام ز ننگ است؟وز نام چه پرسی که مرا ننگ ز نام است؟
می‌خواره و سرگشته و رندیم و نظربازوآن کس که چو ما نیست در این شهر، کدام است؟
با محتسبم، عیب مگویید که او نیزپیوسته، چو ما در طلب عیش مدام است
حافظ! منشین بی‌می و معشوق، زمانیکایام گل و یاسمن و عید صیام است
This is one of Hafez's happiest verses. The rose is near, the cup is full, the beloved is present, and on such a day he feels richer than any sultan. If good things are gathered around you now, let yourself notice and enjoy them fully; you need no extra candle when the moon is already full. Do not worry too much about reputation, for everyone, even the stern ones, is looking for joy. The season of roses and celebration is here. Do not sit apart from it.
Rose in my arms, wine in my hand, and the beloved as I wish:
on such a day the sultan of the world is my servant.
Tell them not to bring a candle to this gathering, for tonight
in our company the moon of the Friend's face is full.
In our creed wine is lawful, but
without your face, O rose-limbed cypress, it is forbidden.
My ear is all for the word of the reed and the song of the harp;
my eye is all for the ruby lip and the passing of the cup.
Do not mix perfume into our gathering, for our senses
are made fragrant every moment by your tresses.
Say nothing of the taste of candy or of sugar,
for my delight comes from your sweet lip.
Since the treasure of your grief is lodged in my ruined heart,
my station is always the lane of the tavern.
Why speak of shame, when my name comes from shame?
And why ask about name, when my shame comes from name?
Wine-drinkers, wanderers, rends and lovers of beauty we are;
and who in this city is not like us?
Do not speak ill of me to the morals officer, for he too
is always, like us, in search of lasting pleasure.
Hafez, do not sit a moment without wine and the beloved,
for these are the days of the rose and jasmine, and the Eid after the fast.