No beauty in this city

نیست در شهر نگاری که دل ما ببرد

There is no beauty in this city who could steal our heart;

بختم ار یار شود رختم از این جا ببرد

if fortune is my friend, it will carry my belongings away from here.

کو حریفی کش سرمست که پیش کرمش

Where is a generous, drunken companion, before whose kindness

عاشق سوخته‌دل، نام تمنا ببرد

the heart-burned lover might speak of his longing?

باغبانا ز خزان، بی‌خبرت می‌بینم

Gardener, I see you unaware of autumn;

آه از آن روز که بادت گل رعنا ببرد

alas for the day the wind carries off your lovely rose.

رهزن دهر نخفته‌ست، مشو ایمن از او

The highwayman of time has not fallen asleep; do not feel safe from him:

اگر امروز نبرده‌ست که فردا ببرد

if he has not robbed you today, he will tomorrow.

در خیال، این همه لعبت به هوس می‌بازم

In imagination I play with all these figures out of longing,

بو که صاحب‌نظری نام تماشا ببرد

in the hope that someone with insight will call it a sight worth seeing.

علم و فضلی که به چل سال دلم جمع آورد

The learning and merit my heart gathered in forty years,

ترسم آن نرگس مستانه به یغما ببرد

I fear that drunken narcissus will carry off as plunder.

بانگ گاوی، چه صدا باز دهد؟ عشوه مخر

The lowing of a calf, what echo can it give? Do not be beguiled:

سامری کیست که دست از ید بیضا ببرد؟

who is Samiri, to get the better of the shining hand?

جام مینایی می، سد ره تنگ‌دلی‌ست

The crystal cup of wine is a dam against narrowness of heart;

منه از دست که سیل غمت از جا ببرد

do not let it go, or the flood of grief will sweep you away.

راه عشق ار چه کمینگاه کمانداران است

Though the road of love is an ambush of archers,

هر که دانسته رود صرفه ز اعدا ببرد

whoever walks it knowingly gets the better of the enemy.

حافظ! ار جان طلبد غمزه مستانه یار

Hafez, if the beloved's drunken glance asks for your life,

خانه از غیر بپرداز و بهل تا ببرد

clear the house of others, and let it take it.