Hafez · My heart slips from my hand
دل می رود ز دستم صاحب دلان خدا رادردا که راز پنهان خواهد شد آشکارا
کشتی شکستگانیم ای باد شرطه برخیزباشد که بازبینم دیدار آشنا را
ده روزه مهر گردون افسانه است و افسوننیکی به جای یاران فرصت شمار یارا
در حلقه گل و مل خوش خواند دوش بلبلهات الصبوح هبوا یا ایها السکارا
ای صاحب کرامت شکرانه سلامتروزی تفقدی کن درویش بی نوا را
آسایش دو گیتی تفسیر این دو حرف استبا دوستان مروت با دشمنان مدارا
در کوی نیک نامی ما را گذر ندادندگر تو نمی پسندی تغییر کن قضا را
آن تلخ وش که صوفی ام الخبائثش خوانداشهی لنا و احلی من قبله العذارا
هنگام تنگدستی در عیش کوش و مستیکاین کیمیای هستی قارون کند گدا را
سرکش مشو که چون شمع از غیرتت بسوزددلبر که در کف او موم است سنگ خارا
آیینه سکندر جام می است بنگرتا بر تو عرضه دارد احوال ملک دارا
خوبان (ترکان) پارسی گو بخشندگان عمرندساقی بده بشارت رندان پارسا را
حافظ به خود نپوشید این خرقه می آلودای شیخ پاکدامن معذور دار ما را
You may feel a little shipwrecked, carrying a feeling you can no longer keep hidden. Hafez calls for a favouring wind, and it may come sooner than you think, bringing a familiar face back into view. Meanwhile he offers the ease of both worlds in two short phrases: generosity with friends, forbearance with those who oppose you. Good fortune is brief, so use it to be kind. Do not stiffen into pride; soften, and allow yourself joy even in lean times.
My heart is slipping from my hand; O you who have hearts, for God's sake!
Alas, the hidden secret will become plain.
We are shipwrecked; O favouring wind, rise up,
that perhaps I may see again the face of the one I know.
The ten-day kindness of the turning sky is a fable and a spell;
do good to your friends, my friend, and count it an opportunity.
In the circle of rose and wine, last night the nightingale sang sweetly:
"Bring the morning draught! Wake up, O you drunkards!"
O generous one, in thanks for your own well-being,
show kindness one day to the destitute dervish.
The ease of both worlds is the meaning of these two words:
with friends, generosity; with enemies, forbearance.
They did not let us pass into the lane of good name;
if you do not approve, then change destiny.
That bitter one the Sufi calls the mother of vices
is more desirable to us, and sweeter, than a kiss from maidens.
In time of hardship, strive for pleasure and intoxication,
for this alchemy of being turns a beggar into Qarun.
Do not be headstrong, lest in jealousy, like a candle, you be burnt
by the heart-stealer in whose hand hard granite is wax.
The mirror of Alexander is the cup of wine; look,
that it may show you the state of Darius's realm.
The Persian-speaking fair ones are bestowers of life;
saqi, give the good news to the abstinent rends.
Hafez did not put on this wine-stained cloak by his own will;
O shaykh of pure skirts, hold us excused.