Ghazal 118: The one who holds a cup in his hand

آن کس که به دست جام دارد
سلطانی جم مدام دارد

آبی که خضر حیات از او یافت
در میکده جو‌ که جام دارد

سررشتهٔ جان به جام بگذار
کاین رشته از او نظام دارد

ما و می و زاهدان و تقوا
تا یار، سر کدام دارد

بیرون ز لب تو ساقیا نیست
در دور، کسی که کام دارد

نرگس، همه شیوه‌های مستی
از چشم خوشت به وام دارد

ذکر رخ و زلف تو دلم را
وردی‌ست که صبح و شام دارد

بر سینهٔ ریش دردمندان
لعلت نمکی تمام دارد

در چاه ذقن چو حافظ ای جان
حسن تو دو صد غلام دارد

The one who holds a cup in his hand
holds the kingship of Jamshid for ever.

The water from which Khizr gained life,
look for it in the tavern, for the cup holds it.

Leave the thread of your life to the cup,
for that thread takes its order from it.

We and wine, the ascetics and piety:
let us see which the friend has a mind for.

Apart from your lip, O cupbearer, there is
no one in this round who holds his desire.

The narcissus has all the ways of drunkenness
on loan from your fair eye.

The mention of your face and tress is, for my heart,
a litany that it keeps morning and evening.

On the wounded breasts of those in pain
your ruby lip holds the full measure of salt.

In the pit of your chin, O soul, like Hafez,
your beauty holds two hundred slaves.