Ghazal 253: O you by the radiance of whose face the tulip bed of life is glad

ای خرم از فروغ رخت لاله زار عمر
بازآ که ریخت بی گل رویت بهار عمر

از دیده گر سرشک چو باران چکد رواست
کاندر غمت چو برق بشد روزگار عمر

این یک دو دم که مهلت دیدار ممکن است
دریاب کار ما که نه پیداست کار عمر

تا کی می صبوح و شکرخواب بامداد
هشیار گرد، هان که گذشت اختیار عمر

دی در گذار بود و نظر سوی ما نکرد
بیچاره دل که هیچ ندید از گذار عمر

اندیشه از محیط فنا نیست هر که را
بر نقطهٔ دهان تو باشد مدار عمر

در هر طرف ز خیل حوادث کمین‌گهیست
زان رو عنان‌گسسته دواند سوار عمر

بی عمر زنده‌ام من و این بس عجب مدار
روز فراق را که نهد در شمار عمر

حافظ سخن بگوی که بر صفحهٔ جهان
این نقش ماند از قلمت یادگار عمر

O you by the radiance of whose face the tulip bed of life is glad,
come back, for without the rose of your face the spring of life has shed its leaves.

If tears drip from the eye like rain, it is fitting,
for in grief for you the days of life have gone by like lightning.

In these one or two breaths in which a meeting is still possible,
attend to our affair, for the affair of life is not certain.

How long the morning wine and the sweet sleep of daybreak?
Come to your senses: look, the power of choice in life has passed.

Yesterday he was passing by and did not look towards us;
poor heart, that saw nothing from the passing of life.

There is no fear of the ocean of annihilation for anyone
whose life turns about the point of your mouth.

On every side there is an ambush of the troops of events;
that is why the rider of life gallops with a loosened rein.

I am alive without life, and do not wonder much at this:
who puts the day of separation into the reckoning of life?

Hafez, speak, for on the page of the world
this trace from your pen will remain as the memorial of a life.