Hafez · Ghazal 479 · It is morning
صبح است و ژاله می‌چکد از ابر بهمنیبرگ صبوح ساز و بده جام یک منی
در بحر مایی و منی افتاده‌ام، بیارمی تا خلاص بخشدم از مایی و منی
خون پیاله خور که حلال است خون اودر کار یار باش که کاری‌ست کردنی
ساقی به دست باش که غم در کمین ماستمطرب نگاه دار همین ره که می‌زنی
می ده که سر به گوش من آورد چنگ و گفت«خوش بگذران و بشنو از این پیر منحنی»
ساقی به بی‌نیازی رندان که می بدهتا بشنوی ز صوت مغنی «هو الغنی»
A fresh morning, dew on the leaves, and a harp that leans close to whisper: live sweetly. This brief ghazal invites you out of the restless sea of "I" and "mine" and into a simpler gladness. If worry has been lying in wait for you, Hafez suggests you stay close to what lifts your spirit and keep playing the tune that is already working. Give yourself to the work of love, which is always worth doing, and listen to the old wisdom that says you need less than you think.
It is morning, and the dew drips from the winter cloud;
prepare the morning draught, and give me a full measure.
I have fallen into the sea of "we" and "I"; bring
wine, so it may free me from "we" and "I".
Drink the blood of the cup, for its blood is lawful;
busy yourself with the beloved's work, for it is a work worth doing.
Saqi, stay close at hand, for grief lies in ambush for us;
minstrel, keep to this very tune you are playing.
Give wine, for the harp bent its head to my ear and said,
"Live sweetly, and listen to this bent old man."
Saqi, by the rends' freedom from need, give wine,
so that you may hear in the singer's voice: "He is the Self-Sufficient."