Ghazal 158: I, and denial of wine? What sort of tale is that?

من و انکار شراب! این چه حکایت باشد؟
غالبا این قدرم عقل و کفایت باشد

تا به غایت ره میخانه نمی‌دانستم
ور نه مستوری ما تا به چه غایت باشد

زاهد و عجب و نماز و من و مستی و نیاز
تا تو را خود ز میان با که عنایت باشد

زاهد ار راه به رندی نبرد معذور است
عشق کاری‌ست که موقوف هدایت باشد

من که شب‌ها ره تقوا زده‌ام با دف و چنگ
این زمان سر به ره آرم؟ چه حکایت باشد!

بندهٔ پیر مغانم که ز جهلم برهاند
پیر ما هر چه کند عین عنایت باشد

دوش از این غصه نخفتم که رفیقی می‌گفت
«حافظ ار مست بود جای شکایت باشد»

I, and denial of wine? What sort of tale is that?
Surely I have this much sense and sufficiency.

Until now I did not know the way to the tavern;
otherwise, how far would our modesty have gone?

The ascetic with pride and prayer, and I with drunkenness and need:
let us see with which of us your favour lies.

If the ascetic does not find the way to being a rend, he is excused;
love is a matter that depends on guidance.

I who night after night waylaid piety with drum and harp,
shall I now bring my head to the road? What a tale that would be!

I am the servant of the Magian elder, who freed me from ignorance;
whatever our elder does is kindness itself.

Last night I did not sleep for this grief, that a friend was saying:
if Hafez is drunk, there is cause for complaint.