Hafez · Ghazal 49 · The retreat of the dervishes
روضه خلد برین خلوت درویشان استمایه محتشمی، خدمت درویشان است
گنج عزلت که طلسمات عجایب داردفتح آن در نظر رحمت درویشان است
قصر فردوس که رضوانش به دربانی رفتمنظری از چمن نزهت درویشان است
آن چه زر می‌شود از پرتو آن، قلب سیاهکیمیاییست که در صحبت درویشان است
آن که پیشش بنهد تاج تکبر، خورشیدکبریاییست که در حشمت درویشان است
دولتی را که نباشد غم از آسیب زوالبی‌تکلف بشنو، دولت درویشان است
خسروان، قبله حاجات جهانند ولیسببش بندگی حضرت درویشان است
روی مقصود که شاهان به دعا می‌طلبندمظهرش آینه طلعت درویشان است
از کران تا به کران، لشکر ظلم است ولیاز ازل تا به ابد، فرصت درویشان است
ای توانگر مفروش این همه نخوت که تو راسر و زر در کنف همت درویشان است
گنج قارون که فرو می‌شود از قهر هنوزخوانده باشی که هم از غیرت درویشان است
حافظ ار آب حیات ازلی می‌خواهیمنبعش خاک در خلوت درویشان است
من غلام نظر آصف عهدم کو راصورت خواجگی و سیرت درویشان است
This verse praises the riches of the humble heart. Hafez says the true paradise is the quiet retreat of those who own little and love much, and the true alchemy, turning a dark heart to gold, is found in their company. Their fortune never fears decline. If you are weighing success against simplicity, or feel overshadowed by those with more, take this to heart: real dignity grows from humility and from serving others. Seek out good, unpretentious company, spend some time in quiet, and you will find the water of life there.
The highest garden of paradise is the dervishes' retreat;
the source of true grandeur is service to the dervishes.
The treasure of solitude, which holds wondrous talismans,
is opened by the merciful glance of the dervishes.
The palace of paradise, where Rezvan serves as doorkeeper,
is only one view from the meadow of the dervishes' delight.
That by whose light the black heart is turned to gold
is an alchemy found in the company of the dervishes.
That before which the sun lays down its crown of pride
is a majesty found in the splendour of the dervishes.
A fortune that has no fear of the blight of decline,
hear it plainly, is the fortune of the dervishes.
Kings are the qibla of the world's needs, but
the cause of it is their service at the court of the dervishes.
The face of the goal that kings seek in their prayers
shows itself in the mirror of the dervishes' faces.
From end to end stretches the army of oppression, but
from first to last, the hour belongs to the dervishes.
O rich man, do not peddle so much arrogance, for your
head and your gold are sheltered by the dervishes' blessing.
The treasure of Qarun, which is still sinking under wrath,
you will have read, sank through the dervishes' jealous honour too.
Hafez, if you want the water of everlasting life,
its source is the dust at the door of the dervishes' retreat.
I am the servant of the gaze of this age's Asaf, who
has the bearing of a lord and the nature of the dervishes.