Ghazal 024 from Divan of Hafez

My heart has no interest in piety, covenants, or righteousness,
For I have become famous for pouring wine from the cup since the Day of Eternity.

The moment I performed ablutions from the spring of love,
I shouted four takbirs at once against everything that exists.

Give me wine so I can inform you of the secret of fate,
For whom have I fallen in love and from what fragrance am I intoxicated?

The mountain's waist is smaller than the ant's waist here,
Do not despair of the door of mercy, O wine lover.

Except for that intoxicated narcissus whose eye is a target,
No one has sat comfortably under this turquoise dome.

May my life be sacrificed for her mouth, for in the garden of sight,
A flower more beautiful than this bud has not been adorned.

Hafez, enriched by your love's vast wealth, became as powerful as Solomon.
Yet, from your embrace, he gains nothing but fleeting joy, like the wind slipping