Ghazal 025 from Divan of Hafez

The crimson rose has bloomed and the nightingale is drunk,
A call to joy, O wine-loving Sufis!

The foundation of repentance, which seemed as solid as stone,
See how the fragile glass has shattered.

Bring wine, for in the court of self-sufficiency,
Who cares for the guard, the sultan, the vigilant, or the drunk?

From this two-doored caravanserai, since departure is necessary,
The colonnade and arch of life, however high or low,

The station of pleasure cannot be attained without hardship,
Indeed, by the decree of calamity, the covenant of eternity is broken.

Do not trouble your heart with existence or non-existence, and be happy,
For non-existence is the ultimate end of every perfection that exists.

The lament of the nightingale, the swift horse, and the logic of the bird
Have vanished into thin air, and the master gained nothing from it.

Do not fly with wings, for a thrown arrow
Once took to the air, but eventually fell to the ground.

What thanks can Hafez's pen give for this,
That people pass on your words from hand to hand?