Ghazal 24: Do not ask obedience, vows or right conduct of me, the drunkard

مطلب طاعت و پیمان و صلاح از من مست
که به پیمانه‌کشی شهره شدم روز الست

من همان دم که وضو ساختم از چشمهٔ عشق
چار تکبیر زدم یکسره بر هرچه که هست

می بده تا دهمت آگهی از سر قضا
که به روی که شدم عاشق و از بوی که مست

کمر کوه کم است از کمر مور اینجا
ناامید از در رحمت مشو ای باده‌پرست

بجز آن نرگس مستانه که چشمش مرساد
زیر این طارم فیروزه کسی خوش ننشست

جان فدای دهنش باد که در باغ نظر
چمن آرای جهان، خوشتر از این غنچه نبست

حافظ از دولت عشق تو سلیمانی شد
یعنی از وصل تواش نیست بجز باد به دست

Do not ask obedience, vows or right conduct of me, the drunkard,
for I was famed for draining the cup on the day of the first covenant.

The moment I made my ablution at the fountain of love,
I said the four last prayers over everything that exists.

Give wine, that I may give you news of the secret of destiny:
whose face I fell in love with and whose scent made me drunk.

The mountain's waist is less than an ant's waist here;
do not despair of the door of mercy, O wine worshipper.

Apart from that drunken narcissus, may no evil eye reach it,
no one has sat at ease beneath this turquoise dome.

May my life be the ransom of her mouth, for in the garden of sight
the gardener of the world never tied a lovelier bud.

Through the fortune of your love Hafez became a Solomon:
that is, of union with you he holds nothing in his hand but wind.