Ghazal 275: Sufi, pick a rose and give the patched cloak to the thorn

صوفی گلی بچین و مرقع به خار بخش
وین زهد خشک را به می خوشگوار بخش

طامات و شطح در ره آهنگ چنگ نه
تسبیح و طیلسان به می و میگسار بخش

زهد گران که شاهد و ساقی نمی‌خرند
در حلقهٔ چمن به نسیم بهار بخش

راهم شراب لعل زد ای میر عاشقان
خون مرا به چاه زنخدان یار بخش

یا رب به وقت گل، گنه بنده عفو کن
وین ماجرا به سرو لب جویبار بخش

ای آن که ره به مشرب مقصود برده‌ای
زین بحر، قطره‌ای به من خاکسار بخش

شکرانه را که چشم تو روی بتان ندید
ما را به عفو و لطف خداوندگار بخش

ساقی چو شاه نوش کند بادهٔ صبوح
گو جام زر به حافظ شب زنده دار بخش

Sufi, pick a rose and give the patched cloak to the thorn;
give this dry asceticism away for a wine that goes down sweetly.

Lay the idle talk and ecstatic sayings on the path of the harp's tune;
give the rosary and the scholar's shawl to wine and the one who drinks it.

The heavy asceticism that beauty and cupbearer will not buy,
in the circle of the meadow give it to the breeze of spring.

Ruby wine has waylaid me, O prince of lovers;
forgive my blood for the sake of the dimple in the friend's chin.

O Lord, in the season of the rose pardon your servant's sin,
and overlook this affair for the sake of the cypress by the stream.

O you who have found the way to the spring that is sought,
from this sea grant one drop to me, who am as dust.

In thanks that your eye has never looked on the faces of idols,
commend us to the pardon and kindness of the Lord.

Cupbearer, when the king drinks the wine of morning,
say: "Give the golden cup to Hafez, who keeps vigil through the night."