Ghazal 145: I do not know what drunkenness this is that has turned our way

چه مستی است ندانم که رو به ما آورد
که بود ساقی و این باده از کجا آورد

چه راه می‌زند این مطرب مقام شناس
که در میان غزل قول آشنا آورد

تو نیز باده به چنگ آر و راه صحرا گیر
که مرغ نغمه‌سرا ساز خوش‌نوا آورد

دلا چو غنچه شکایت ز کار بسته مکن
که باد صبح، نسیم گره‌گشا آورد

رسیدن گل نسرین به خیر و خوبی باد
بنفشه شاد و کش آمد، سمن صفا آورد

صبا به خوش‌خبری هدهد سلیمان است
که مژدهٔ طرب از گلشن سبا آورد

علاج ضعف دل ما کرشمهٔ ساقیست
برآر سر که طبیب آمد و دوا آورد

مرید پیر مغانم ز من مرنج ای شیخ
چرا که وعده تو کردی و او به جا آورد

به تنگ‌چشمی آن ترک لشکری نازم
که حمله بر من درویش یک قبا آورد

فلک غلامی حافظ کنون به طوع کند
که التجا به در دولت شما آورد

I do not know what drunkenness this is that has turned our way,
who the cupbearer was, and from where he brought this wine.

What tune is this minstrel playing, who knows the modes,
that in the middle of the ghazal he brought in a familiar word?

You too, get hold of wine and take the road to the open country,
for the singing bird has brought a sweet-toned instrument.

O heart, do not complain like the bud of your closed affairs,
for the wind of morning has brought a knot-loosing breeze.

May the arrival of rose and wild rose be for good and well-being;
the violet came glad and graceful, the jasmine brought purity.

The morning breeze, with its good tidings, is Solomon's hoopoe,
which brought news of joy from the rose garden of Sheba.

The cure for our heart's weakness is the cupbearer's glance;
lift your head, for the physician has come and brought the remedy.

I am the disciple of the Magian elder; do not be offended, O sheikh,
for you made the promise and he fulfilled it.

I glory in the narrow eyes of that soldier Turk
who made his attack on me, a dervish with one cloak.

The sky now serves Hafez willingly as a slave,
since he has sought refuge at the door of your fortune.