By hamed on August 26, 2024
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.