Ghazal 246: It is the festival, the last of the roses, and the friends are waiting

عید است و آخر گل و یاران در انتظار
ساقی به روی شاه ببین ماه و می بیار

دل برگرفته بودم از ایام گل، ولی
کاری بکرد همت پاکان روزه دار

دل در جهان مبند و به مستی سؤال کن
از فیض جام و قصهٔ جمشید کامگار

جز نقد جان به دست ندارم شراب کو؟
کان نیز بر کرشمهٔ ساقی کنم نثار

خوش دولتیست خرم و خوش خسروی کریم
یا رب ز چشم زخم زمانش نگاه دار

می خور به شعر بنده که زیبی دگر دهد
جام مرصع تو بدین در شاهوار

گر فوت شد سحور چه نقصان صبوح هست
از می کنند روزه گشا طالبان یار

زانجا که پرده پوشی عفو کریم توست
بر قلب ما ببخش که نقدیست کم عیار

ترسم که روز حشر عنان بر عنان رود
تسبیح شیخ و خرقهٔ رند شرابخوار

حافظ چو رفت روزه و گل نیز می‌رود
ناچار باده نوش که از دست رفت کار

It is the festival, the last of the roses, and the friends are waiting;
cupbearer, see the new moon in the face of the king and bring wine.

I had taken my heart away from the days of the rose, but
the resolve of the pure who keep the fast accomplished something.

Do not bind your heart to the world, and ask the drunken
about the bounty of the cup and the story of fortunate Jamshid.

I have nothing in hand but the coin of my life; where is the wine?
That too I will scatter for the glance of the cupbearer.

It is a happy, flourishing reign and a generous sovereign;
O Lord, keep him from the evil eye of time.

Drink wine to this servant's verse, for it will give another beauty
to your jewelled cup, this pearl fit for a king.

If the meal before dawn was missed, what harm? There is the morning cup;
those who seek the friend break their fast with wine.

Since your generous pardon covers every fault,
forgive our heart, for it is a coin of low assay.

I fear that on the Day of Gathering they will ride rein to rein,
the rosary of the shaykh and the cloak of the wine-drinking rend.

Hafez, since the fast is gone and the rose is going too,
drink wine, there is no help for it, for the matter has slipped from our hands.