Ghazal 20: The fast is over, the festival has come and hearts have risen

روزه یک‌سو شد و عید آمد و دل‌ها برخاست
می ز خم‌خانه به‌جوش آمد و می‌ باید خواست

نوبهٔ زهدفروشان گران‌جان بگذشت
وقت رندی و طرب کردن رندان پیداست

چه ملامت بود آن را که چنین باده خورد؟
این چه عیب است بدین بی‌خردی؟ وین چه خطاست؟

باده‌نوشی که در او روی و ریایی نبود
بهتر از زهدفروشی که در او روی و ریاست

ما نه رندان ریاییم و حریفان نفاق
آن‌که او عالم سر است، بدین حال گواست

فرض ایزد بگزاریم و به کس بد نکنیم
وان چه گویند روا نیست، نگوییم رواست

چه شود گر من و تو چند قدح باده خوریم؟
باده از خون رزان است، نه از خون شماست

این چه عیب است کز آن عیب، خلل خواهد بود؟
ور بود نیز چه شد؟ مردم بی‌عیب کجاست؟

The fast is over, the festival has come and hearts have risen;
wine is foaming in the cellar, and wine must be called for.

The turn of the heavy-souled sellers of piety has passed;
the time has come for rends to be rends and make merry.

What blame is there for one who drinks such wine?
What fault is this, what folly, what error?

A wine drinker in whom there is no pretence or hypocrisy
is better than a seller of piety in whom there is both.

We are not hypocritical rends or comrades of deceit;
He who knows what is hidden is witness to this.

We perform what God has commanded and do harm to no one,
and what they say is not lawful, we do not call lawful.

What does it matter if you and I drink a few cups of wine?
Wine is the blood of the vine; it is not your blood.

What fault is this, that harm should come of it?
And if it is one, what of it? Where is the person without fault?