Hafez · Ghazal 8 · Saqi, rise and pass the cup
ساقیا برخیز و درده جام راخاک بر سر کن غم ایام را
ساغر می بر کفم نه تا ز بربرکشم این دلق ازرق‌فام را
گرچه بدنامی‌ست نزد عاقلانما نمی‌خواهیم ننگ و نام را
باده درده چند از این باد غرورخاک بر سر، نفس نافرجام را
دود آه سینه نالان منسوخت این افسردگان خام را
محرم راز دل شیدای خودکس نمی‌بینم ز خاص و عام را
با دلارامی مرا خاطر خوش استکز دلم یک باره برد آرام را
ننگرد دیگر به سرو اندر چمنهرکه دید آن سرو سیم‌اندام را
صبر کن حافظ به سختی روز و شبعاقبت روزی بیابی کام را
The sorrows of the days may be weighing on you, and perhaps you feel that no one, near or far, quite understands what your heart is carrying. Hafez throws off the borrowed cloak of appearances and stops worrying about praise and blame; he also lets go of the restless self that leads nowhere. Do the same, and keep company with what truly delights you. Then hold to his closing counsel, which is the heart of this verse: be patient through the hard days and nights, for in the end, one day, you will find what you desire.
Saqi, rise and pass the cup around;
throw dust on the head of the sorrow of the days.
Put the goblet of wine in my hand, so that from my shoulders
I may pull off this dark-blue dervish cloak.
Though it is ill repute in the eyes of the wise,
we have no wish for shame or for good name.
Pass the wine: how long this wind of vanity?
Dust on the head of the self that comes to no good end!
The smoke of the sighs from my lamenting breast
has burned these cold and unripe ones.
A confidant for the secret of my frenzied heart
I see in no one, high or low.
My heart is happy with a heart's-ease
who carried off my heart's ease all at once.
He will look no more at the cypress in the meadow,
whoever has seen that silver-limbed cypress.
Be patient, Hafez, through hardship day and night:
in the end, one day, you will find your desire.