Ghazal 133: The Sufi set his snare and opened the lid of his box of tricks

صوفی نهاد دام و سر حقه، باز کرد
بنیاد مکر با فلک حقه‌باز کرد

بازی چرخ بشکندش بیضه در کلاه
زیرا که عرض شعبده با اهل راز کرد

ساقی! بیا! که شاهد رعنای صوفیان
دیگر به جلوه آمد و آغاز ناز کرد

این مطرب از کجاست که ساز عراق ساخت؟
وآهنگ بازگشت به راه حجاز کرد؟

ای دل! بیا! که ما به پناه خدا رویم
زآنچ آستین کوته و دست دراز کرد

صنعت مکن که هرکه محبت، نه راست باخت
عشقش به روی دل، در معنی، فراز کرد

فردا که پیشگاه حقیقت شود پدید
شرمنده رهروی که عمل بر مجاز کرد

ای کبک خوش‌خرام! کجا می‌روی؟ بایست!
غره مشو! که گربهٔ زاهد، نماز کرد

«حافظ»! مکن ملامت رندان! که در ازل
ما را خدا ز زهد ریا، بی‌نیاز کرد

The Sufi set his snare and opened the lid of his box of tricks;
he began a contest of deceit with the juggling sky.

The play of the wheel will break the egg in his cap,
because he showed off his conjuring before those who know the secret.

Cupbearer, come, for the Sufis' handsome darling
has appeared again and begun to give herself airs.

Where is this minstrel from, who struck up the mode of Iraq
and then turned back by way of Hijaz?

O heart, come, let us take refuge with God
from what the short sleeve and the long hand have done.

Do not play false, for whoever did not play love straight,
love shut the door of meaning in his heart's face.

Tomorrow, when the court of truth appears,
ashamed will be the traveller who acted on pretence.

O partridge of the pleasant strut, where are you going? Stop!
Do not be deceived because the ascetic's cat has said its prayers.

Hafez, do not blame the rends, for before time began
God made us free of the asceticism of hypocrisy.