Ghazal 169: We see no friendship in anyone; what has become of the friends?

یاری اندر کس نمی‌بینیم، یاران را چه شد؟
دوستی کی آخر آمد؟ دوست‌دار‌ان را چه شد؟

آب حیوان تیره‌گون شد، خضر فرخ‌پی کجاست؟
خون چکید از شاخ گل، باد بهار‌ان را چه شد؟

کس نمی‌گوید که «یاری داشت حق دوستی»
حق‌شناسان را چه حال افتاد؟ یاران را چه شد؟

لعلی از کان مروت برنیامد سال‌هاست
تابش خورشید و سعی باد و باران را چه شد؟

شهر یاران بود و خاک مهر‌بانان این دیار
مهربانی کی سر آمد؟ شهر یار‌ان را چه شد؟

گوی توفیق و کرامت، در میان افکنده‌اند
کس به میدان در نمی‌آید، سوار‌ان را چه شد؟

صدهزاران گل شکفت و بانگ مرغی برنخاست
عندلیبان را چه پیش آمد؟ هزاران را چه شد؟

زهره سازی خوش نمی‌سازد، مگر عود‌ش بسوخت؟
کس ندارد ذوق مستی، می‌گسار‌ان را چه شد؟

حافظ اسرار الهی کس نمی‌داند، خموش
از که می‌پرسی که دور روزگار‌ان را چه شد؟

We see no friendship in anyone; what has become of the friends?
When did friendship come to an end? What has become of those who loved?

The water of life has turned dark; where is Khizr of the blessed step?
Blood has dripped from the rose branch; what has become of the spring winds?

No one says that a friend had the claim of friendship;
what state has befallen the grateful? What has become of the friends?

For years no ruby has come from the mine of generosity;
what has become of the sun's heat and the work of wind and rain?

This land was the city of friends and the soil of the kind;
when did kindness end? What has become of the city's friends?

The ball of success and bounty has been thrown into the field;
no one comes onto the ground; what has become of the riders?

A hundred thousand roses have bloomed and no bird's song has risen;
what has happened to the nightingales? What has become of the thousands?

Venus plays no sweet tune; has her lute perhaps burned?
No one has a taste for drunkenness; what has become of the drinkers?

Hafez, no one knows the divine secrets; be silent.
Whom are you asking what has become of the turning of the times?