Ghazal 131: Come, for the Turk of the sky has plundered the table of the fast

بیا که ترک فلک خوان روزه غارت کرد
هلال عید به دور قدح اشارت کرد

ثواب روزه و حج قبول آن کس برد
که خاک میکدهٔ عشق را زیارت کرد

مقام اصلی ما گوشهٔ خرابات است
خداش خیر دهاد آن که این عمارت کرد

بهای بادهٔ چون لعل چیست؟ جوهر عقل
بیا که سود کسی برد، کاین تجارت کرد

نماز در خم آن ابروان محرابی
کسی کند که به خون جگر طهارت کرد

فغان که نرگس جماش شیخ شهر امروز
نظر به دردکشان از سر حقارت کرد

به روی یار نظر کن ز دیده منت دار
که کاردیده، نظر از سر بصارت کرد

حدیث عشق ز حافظ شنو نه از واعظ
اگر چه صنعت بسیار در عبارت کرد

Come, for the Turk of the sky has plundered the table of the fast;
the crescent of the festival has signalled for the round of the cup.

The reward of fasting and of an accepted pilgrimage went to the one
who made his visit to the dust of the tavern of love.

Our true station is the corner of the tavern;
may God reward the one who built this house.

What is the price of wine like ruby? The jewel of reason.
Come, for the one who did this trade took the profit.

Prayer in the curve of those eyebrows like a prayer niche
is made by one who has purified himself in his liver's blood.

Alas that the wanton narcissus eye of the city's sheikh today
looked with contempt on the drinkers of dregs.

Look on the friend's face and be grateful to your eyes,
for the experienced one looked with true sight.

Hear the tale of love from Hafez, not from the preacher,
though he worked much artifice into his phrases.