Ghazal 291: We have tried our fortune in this city

ما آزموده‌ایم در این شهر بخت خویش
بیرون کشید باید از این ورطه رخت خویش

از بس که دست می‌گزم و آه می‌کشم
آتش زدم چو گل به تن لخت لخت خویش

دوشم ز بلبلی چه خوش آمد که می‌سرود
گل گوش پهن کرده ز شاخ درخت خویش

کای دل تو شاد باش که آن یار تندخو
بسیار تند روی نشیند ز بخت خویش

خواهی که سخت و سست جهان بر تو بگذرد
بگذر ز عهد سست و سخن‌های سخت خویش

وقت است کز فراق تو وز سوز اندرون
آتش درافکنم به همه رخت و پخت خویش

ای حافظ ار مراد میسر شدی مدام
جمشید نیز دور نماندی ز تخت خویش

We have tried our fortune in this city;
one must pull one's belongings out of this whirlpool.

From so much biting of my hands and so much sighing,
I have set fire, like the rose, to my own body, piece by piece.

How it pleased me last night to hear a nightingale singing,
while the rose spread wide its ear from the branch of its own tree:

"O heart, be glad, for that harsh-tempered friend
will sit with a very sour face over his own fortune."

If you want the hard and the soft of the world to pass you by,
let go of your own slack promises and your own hard words.

It is time that, from separation from you and the burning within,
I set fire to all my goods and gear.

O Hafez, if desire were always within reach,
Jamshid too would not have been parted from his throne.