Ghazal 239: The good news has come that spring is here and the green has sprouted

رسید مژده که آمد بهار و سبزه دمید
وظیفه گر برسد، مصرفش گل است و نبید

صفیر مرغ برآمد، بط شراب کجاست؟
فغان فتاد به بلبل، نقاب گل که کشید؟

ز میوه‌های بهشتی چه ذوق دریابد
هر آن که سیب زنخدان شاهدی نگزید

مکن ز غصه شکایت که در طریق طلب
به راحتی نرسید آن که زحمتی نکشید

ز روی ساقی مه‌وش گلی بچین امروز
که گرد عارض بستان خط بنفشه دمید

چنان کرشمهٔ ساقی دلم ز دست ببرد
که با کسی دگرم نیست برگ گفت و شنید

من این مرقع رنگین چو گل، بخواهم سوخت
که پیر باده‌فروشش به جرعه‌ای نخرید

بهار می‌گذرد دادگسترا دریاب
که رفت موسم و حافظ هنوز می نچشید

The good news has come that spring is here and the green has sprouted;
if the stipend arrives, it will be spent on roses and wine.

The whistling of the birds has risen; where is the flagon of wine?
The nightingale has fallen to lamenting; who drew the veil from the rose?

What pleasure will he find in the fruits of paradise
who has never bitten the apple of a beauty's chin?

Do not complain of sorrow, for on the path of seeking
no one who did not bear hardship ever arrived at ease.

Pick a rose today from the face of the moon-like cupbearer,
for around the cheek of the garden the down of violets has sprouted.

The cupbearer's glance has so carried my heart away
that I have no heart left for talk with anyone else.

I will burn this patched cloak, many-coloured as a rose,
for the old wine seller would not buy it for a single draught.

Spring is passing; O dispenser of justice, attend to us,
for the season has gone and Hafez has not yet tasted wine.