Ghazal 175: The morning breeze came to congratulate the old wine seller

صبا به تهنیت پیر می‌فروش آمد
که موسم طرب و عیش و ناز و نوش آمد

هوا مسیح‌نفس گشت و باد نافه‌گشای
درخت سبز شد و مرغ در خروش آمد

تنور لاله چنان برفروخت باد بهار
که غنچه غرق عرق گشت و گل به جوش آمد

به گوش هوش نیوش از من و به عشرت کوش
که این سخن سحر از هاتفم به گوش آمد

ز فکر تفرقه بازآی تا شوی مجموع
به حکم آنکه چو شد اهرمن سروش آمد

ز مرغ صبح ندانم که سوسن آزاد
چه گوش کرد که با ده زبان خموش آمد

چه جای صحبت نامحرم است مجلس انس؟
سر پیاله بپوشان که خرقه‌پوش آمد

ز خانقاه به میخانه می‌رود حافظ
مگر ز مستی زهد ریا به هوش آمد

The morning breeze came to congratulate the old wine seller:
the season of joy, pleasure, delight and drinking has come.

The air has the breath of the Messiah and the wind opens the musk pod;
the tree has turned green and the bird has burst into song.

The spring wind so lit the oven of the tulip
that the bud was drowned in sweat and the rose came to the boil.

Listen to me with the ear of understanding and strive for pleasure,
for this word came to my ear at dawn from a hidden voice.

Come back from thoughts of division, that you may be collected,
for the rule is that when Ahriman goes, the angel comes.

I do not know what the free lily heard from the bird of morning,
that with ten tongues it came to be silent.

What place has an outsider's company in a gathering of friends?
Cover the top of the cup, for the cloak-wearer has come.

Hafez is going from the dervish lodge to the tavern;
perhaps he has come to his senses from the drunkenness of hypocritical piety.