Ghazal 204: Be it remembered: the time when in secret you had a glance for us

یاد باد آن که نهانت نظری با ما بود
رقم مهر تو بر چهرهٔ ما پیدا بود

یاد باد آن که چو چشمت به عتابم می‌کشت
معجز عیسویت در لب شکرخا بود

یاد باد آن که صبوحی زده در مجلس انس
جز من و یار نبودیم و خدا با ما بود

یاد باد آن که رخت شمع طرب می‌افروخت
وین دل سوخته پروانهٔ ناپروا بود

یاد باد آن که در آن بزمگه خلق و ادب
آن که او خندهٔ مستانه زدی صهبا بود

یاد باد آن که چو یاقوت قدح خنده زدی
در میان من و لعل تو حکایت‌ها بود

یاد باد آن که نگارم چو کمر بربستی
در رکابش مه نو پیک جهان پیما بود

یاد باد آن که خرابات نشین بودم و مست
وآنچه در مسجدم امروز کم است آنجا بود

یاد باد آن که به اصلاح شما می‌شد راست
نظم هر گوهر ناسفته که حافظ را بود

Be it remembered: the time when in secret you had a glance for us,
and the mark of your love was plain upon our face.

Be it remembered: when your eye was killing me with reproach,
the miracle of Jesus was in your sugar-scattering lip.

Be it remembered: when, with the morning cup drunk, in the gathering of intimacy
there was no one but the friend and I, and God was with us.

Be it remembered: when your face was lighting the candle of joy,
and this burnt heart was a moth without fear.

Be it remembered: when in that banquet of good manners and courtesy
the only one to laugh a drunken laugh was the red wine.

Be it remembered: when the ruby of the goblet broke into laughter,
there were stories passing between me and your ruby lip.

Be it remembered: when my beauty would bind on his belt,
the new moon at his stirrup was a courier who crosses the world.

Be it remembered: when I was a dweller in the tavern and drunk,
and what I lack today in the mosque was there.

Be it remembered: when by your correction was set right
the stringing of every unpierced pearl that Hafez had.