Ghazal 142: Friends, the daughter of the vine has repented of her veiling

دوستان دختر رز توبه ز مستوری کرد
شد سوی محتسب و کار به دستوری کرد

آمد از پرده به مجلس عرقش پاک کنید
تا نگویند حریفان که چرا دوری کرد

مژدگانی بده ای دل که دگر مطرب عشق
راه مستانه زد و چارهٔ مخموری کرد

نه به هفت آب، که رنگش به صد آتش نرود
آن چه با خرقهٔ زاهد، می انگوری کرد

غنچهٔ گلبن وصلم ز نسیمش بشکفت
مرغ خوشخوان طرب از برگ گل سوری کرد

حافظ افتادگی از دست مده زان که حسود
عرض و مال و دل و دین در سر مغروری کرد

Friends, the daughter of the vine has repented of her veiling;
she went to the morals officer and acted with permission.

She has come from behind the curtain to the gathering; wipe away her sweat,
so that the companions do not ask why she kept away.

Give a reward for good news, O heart, for the minstrel of love
has struck up the drunken tune again and cured the hangover.

Not with seven waters, nor with a hundred fires, will the colour go
of what the wine of the grape did to the ascetic's cloak.

The bud on the rosebush of my union has opened at her breath;
the sweet-singing bird made merry over the red rose petal.

Hafez, do not let go of humility, for the envious one
lost honour, wealth, heart and faith through arrogance.