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Ghazal · 14th century

In the season of roses

Hafezحافظ

حاشا که من به موسم گل ترک می کنم

God forbid that I should give up wine in the season of roses;

من لاف عقل می‌زنم، این کار کی کنم

I boast of my good sense; when would I do such a thing?

مطرب کجاست تا همه محصول زهد و علم

Where is the minstrel, so that all the harvest of piety and learning

در کار چنگ و بربط و آواز نی کنم

I may spend on the harp, the lute and the voice of the reed?

از قیل و قال مدرسه حالی دلم گرفت

My heart has grown weary of the disputes of the madrasa;

یک چند نیز خدمت معشوق و می کنم

for a while I will serve the beloved and the wine.

کی بود در زمانه وفا؟ جام می بیار

When was there faithfulness in this age? Bring the cup of wine,

تا من حکایت جم و کاووس کی کنم

so that I may tell the tale of Jamshid and Kay Kavus.

از نامه سیاه نترسم که روز حشر

I do not fear my black record of deeds, for on the Day of Gathering,

با فیض لطف او صد از این نامه طی کنم

by the flood of His grace, I will fold up a hundred records like it.

کو پیک صبح؟ تا گله‌های شب فراق

Where is the messenger of morning, so that I may bring my complaints of the night of separation

با آن خجسته طالع فرخنده پی کنم

to that one of blessed star and auspicious step?

این جان عاریت که به حافظ سپرد دوست

This borrowed soul the Friend entrusted to Hafez,

روزی رخش ببینم و تسلیم وی کنم

one day I will see His face and give it back to Him.

Translation
Persiahaus Editors
Source
Draft translation from the Ganjoor text (Qazvini–Ghani edition)

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