Ghazal 009 from Divan of Hafez

The garden is once again filled with the splendor of youth,
And the good news of the nightingale's sweet song arrives.

O gentle breeze, if you return to the garden's young ones,
Convey my service to the cypress, rose, and basil.

If the wine-seller's maid appears thus,
I will use my eyelashes to sweep the tavern's floor.

O you who play polo with an amber ball from the land of Sara,
Do not disturb the mind of this lost one.

I fear these people who laugh at the afflicted,
Will destroy faith in the tavern.

Be a friend of God's men, for in Noah's ark,
There is soil that the flood's water cannot wash away.

Leave the house of the heavens and seek bread,
For that black-bowl will eventually kill the guest.

Whoever's final bed is a handful of dust,
What need is there to build a palace in the sky?

O my Canaanite moon, the throne of Egypt is yours,
It is time to leave the prison.

Hafez, drink wine, be a rogue, and be happy, but
Do not trap others like a hypocrite with the Quran.