Ghazal 113: Last night the violet spoke to the rose and gave a fair sign

بنفشه دوش به گل گفت و خوش نشانی داد
که تاب من به جهان، طرهٔ فلانی داد

دلم خزانهٔ اسرار بود و دست قضا
درش ببست و کلیدش به دل‌ستانی داد

شکسته‌وار به درگاهت آمدم، که طبیب
به مومیایی لطف توام، نشانی داد

تنش درست و دلش شاد باد و خاطر خوش
که دست دادش و یاری ناتوانی داد

برو معالجهٔ خود کن ای نصیحت‌گو
شراب و شاهد شیرین، که را زیانی داد؟

گذشت بر من مسکین و با رقیبان گفت
دریغ، حافظ مسکین من، چه جانی داد

Last night the violet spoke to the rose and gave a fair sign:
my curl in the world was given me by so-and-so's tress.

My heart was a treasury of secrets, and the hand of fate
shut its door and gave the key to a stealer of hearts.

I came to your court like one broken, for the physician
pointed me to the healing balm of your kindness.

May his body be sound, his heart glad and his mind at ease,
the one who lent a hand and gave help to a weak man.

Go and treat yourself, O giver of advice;
to whom did wine and a sweet beauty ever do harm?

She passed by me, poor wretch, and said to the watchers:
a pity; my poor Hafez, what a life he has given.