Ghazal 116: Whoever keeps the beauty and the down of the friend before his eyes

کسی که حسن و خط دوست در نظر دارد
محقق است که او حاصل بصر دارد

چو خامه در ره فرمان او، سر طاعت
نهاده‌ایم مگر او به تیغ بردارد

کسی به وصل تو چون شمع یافت پروانه
که زیر تیغ تو هر دم سری دگر دارد

به پای‌بوس تو دست کسی رسید که او
چو آستانه بدین در، همیشه سر دارد

ز زهد خشک ملولم‌، کجاست بادهٔ ناب‌؟
که بوی باده مدامم دماغ تر دارد

ز باده هیچت اگر نیست، این نه بس که تو را
دمی ز وسوسهٔ عقل بی‌خبر دارد؟

کسی که از ره تقوا قدم برون ننهاد
به عزم میکده اکنون ره سفر دارد

دل‌ شکستهٔ حافظ به خاک خواهد برد
چو لاله، داغ هوایی‌، که بر جگر دارد

Whoever keeps the beauty and the down of the friend before his eyes,
it is certain that he has gained the fruit of sight.

Like the pen, on the road of his command we have laid down
our head in obedience; perhaps he will lift it with the sword.

Only that one, like the candle, was given leave for union with you
who under your sword has a new head every moment.

The hand that reached to kiss your foot was the hand of one
who, like the threshold, always keeps his head at this door.

I am weary of dry asceticism; where is the pure wine,
whose scent keeps my brain always fresh?

If you have nothing else from wine, is this not enough,
that for a moment it keeps you unaware of reason's whisperings?

One who never set a foot outside the road of piety
is now on the road, bound for the tavern.

The broken heart of Hafez will carry to the dust,
like the tulip, the brand of a desire that it bears on its liver.