Ghazal 105: If the Sufi drinks wine in measure, may it do him good

صوفی ار باده به اندازه خورد نوشش باد
ور نه اندیشهٔ این کار فراموشش باد

آن که یک جرعه می از دست تواند دادن
دست با شاهد مقصود در آغوشش باد

پیر ما گفت خطا بر قلم صنع نرفت
آفرین بر نظر پاک خطاپوشش باد

شاه ترکان، سخن مدعیان می‌شنود
شرمی از مظلمهٔ خون سیاوشش باد

گر چه از کبر، سخن با من درویش نگفت
جان فدای شکرین‌پستهٔ خاموشش باد

چشمم از آینه‌داران خط و خالش گشت
لبم از بوسه‌ربایان بر و دوشش باد

نرگس مست نوازش‌کن مردم‌دارش
خون عاشق به قدح گر بخورد نوشش باد

به غلامی تو مشهور جهان شد حافظ
حلقهٔ بندگی زلف تو در گوشش باد

If the Sufi drinks wine in measure, may it do him good;
if not, may the thought of this business be forgotten by him.

The one who can give away a single draught of wine,
may his arm be around the beauty he desires.

Our elder said: no error passed over the pen of creation;
blessings on his pure, error-covering sight.

The king of the Turks listens to the talk of the pretenders;
may he feel shame for the wrong of Siyavash's blood.

Though out of pride he spoke no word to me, a dervish,
may my life be the ransom of his sweet, silent pistachio mouth.

My eye has become one of the mirror holders of his down and mole;
may my lip be one of the kiss thieves of his breast and shoulder.

His drunken narcissus eye, caressing and kind to people,
if it drinks the lover's blood by the cup, may it do him good.

Hafez has become famous in the world for being your slave;
may the ring of servitude to your tress be in his ear.