Ghazal 22: When you hear the words of people of the heart, do not say they are wrong

چو بشنوی سخن اهل دل، مگو که خطاست
سخن‌شناس نه‌ای، جان من! خطا این جاست

سرم به دنیی و عقبی فرو نمی‌آید
تبارک الله ازین فتنه‌ها که در سر ماست

در اندرون من خسته‌دل ندانم کیست!
که من خموشم و او در فغان و در غوغاست

دلم ز پرده برون شد، کجایی ای مطرب؟
بنال، هان که از این پرده، کار ما به نواست

مرا به کار جهان هرگز التفات نبود
رخ تو در نظر من چنین خوشش آراست

نخفته‌ام ز خیالی که می‌پزد دل من
خمار صد شبه دارم شراب‌خانه کجاست؟

چنین که صومعه آلوده شد ز خون دلم
گرم به باده بشویید، حق به دست شماست

از آن به دیر مغانم عزیز می‌دارند
که آتشی که نمیرد، همیشه در دل ماست

چه ساز بود که در پرده می‌زد آن مطرب
که رفت عمر و هنوزم دماغ پر ز هواست

ندای عشق تو دیشب در اندرون دادند
فضای سینهٔ حافظ هنوز پر ز صداست

When you hear the words of people of the heart, do not say they are wrong;
you are no judge of words, my dear: the fault lies there.

My head bows to neither this world nor the next;
blessed be God for these tumults that are in our head!

I do not know who is inside me, weary-hearted as I am,
for I am silent and he is crying out in uproar.

My heart has come out from behind the veil; where are you, minstrel?
Lament, for it is by this mode that our affairs are in tune.

I never paid any heed to the business of the world;
it was your face that made it look so fair in my eyes.

I have not slept for the fancy my heart is cooking;
I have a hangover of a hundred nights; where is the tavern?

Since the cloister has been stained like this with my heart's blood,
if you wash me in wine, the right is on your side.

They hold me dear in the temple of the Magians for this reason:
the fire that never dies is always in our heart.

What tune was it that the minstrel played behind the curtain,
that life has passed and my head is still full of the air?

Last night they sounded the call of your love within me;
the space of Hafez's breast is still full of the echo.