Ghazal 205: As long as there is name and trace of tavern and wine

تا ز میخانه و می نام و نشان خواهد بود
سر ما خاک ره پیر مغان خواهد بود

حلقهٔ پیر مغان از ازلم در گوش است
بر همانیم که بودیم و همان خواهد بود

بر سر تربت ما چون گذری همت خواه
که زیارتگه رندان جهان خواهد بود

برو ای زاهد خودبین که ز چشم من و تو
راز این پرده نهان است و نهان خواهد بود

ترک عاشق‌کش من مست برون رفت امروز
تا دگر خون که از دیده روان خواهد بود

چشمم آن دم که ز شوق تو نهد سر به لحد
تا دم صبح قیامت نگران خواهد بود

بخت حافظ گر از این گونه مدد خواهد کرد
زلف معشوقه به دست دگران خواهد بود

As long as there is name and trace of tavern and wine,
our head will be dust on the road of the Magian elder.

The ring of the Magian elder has been in my ear since eternity;
we are what we were, and so it will remain.

When you pass by our tomb, ask for a blessing,
for it will be the place of pilgrimage of the rends of the world.

Be off, self-regarding ascetic, for from my eye and yours
the secret of this veil is hidden, and hidden it will remain.

My lover-slaying Turk went out drunk today;
whose blood will be flowing from the eyes next?

My eye, at that moment when out of longing for you it lays its head in the grave,
will keep watching until the dawn of the resurrection.

If the fortune of Hafez goes on helping in this fashion,
the tress of the beloved will be in the hands of others.