Ghazal 044 from Divan of Hafez

Now that a cup of clear wine is in the hand of the flower,
The nightingale is describing it in a hundred thousand tongues.

Seek your book of poems and take the path of the wilderness,
For what time is it for school and the discussion of revealing commentaries?

The schoolman was drunk yesterday and gave a verdict,
That wine is forbidden but better than the property of endowments.

Don't find fault with your pain and your clarity, drink it up,
For whatever our cupbearer does is pure kindness.

Cut yourself off from people and like the Simorgh, take the measure of your actions,
For the reputation of hermits extends from the letter Qaf to Qaf.

The talk of the claimants and the imagination of the associates
Is the same story as the embroiderer and the sackcloth weaver.

Be silent, Hafez, and guard these golden points,
For the city’s cheat is a goldsmith.