Ghazal 159: Not all the Sufi's coin is pure and unalloyed

نقد صوفی نه همه صافی بی‌غش باشد
ای بسا خرقه که مستوجب آتش باشد

صوفی ما که ز ورد سحری مست شدی
شامگاهش نگران باش که سرخوش باشد

خوش بود گر محک تجربه آید به میان
تا سیه‌روی شود هر که در او غش باشد

خط ساقی گر از این گونه زند نقش بر آب
ای بسا رخ که به خونآبه منقش باشد

ناز‌پرورد تنعم نبرد راه به دوست
عاشقی شیوهٔ رندان بلاکش باشد

غم دنیای دنی چند خوری؟ باده بخور
حیف باشد دل دانا که مشوش باشد

دلق و سجادهٔ حافظ ببرد باده‌فروش
گر شرابش ز کف ساقی مه‌وش باشد

Not all the Sufi's coin is pure and unalloyed;
many a patched cloak deserves the fire.

Our Sufi, who used to get drunk on his dawn litany,
watch him at evening, when he is merry.

It would be good if the touchstone of experience were brought out,
so that everyone with alloy in him would be shamed.

If the cupbearer's down keeps drawing pictures on water like this,
many a face will be painted with tears of blood.

One raised in ease and comfort does not find the way to the friend;
to love is the way of rends who can bear affliction.

How long will you grieve over the base world? Drink wine.
It is a pity for a wise heart to be troubled.

The wine seller will take away the cloak and prayer mat of Hafez
if his wine comes from the hand of a moon-like cupbearer.