Ghazal 295: At dawn, drawn by the scent of the rose garden, I went for a while into the garden

سحر به بوی گلستان دمی شدم در باغ
که تا چو بلبل بیدل کنم علاج دماغ

به جلوهٔ گل سوری نگاه می‌کردم
که بود در شب تیره به روشنی چو چراغ

چنان به حسن و جوانی خویشتن مغرور
که داشت از دل بلبل هزار گونه فراغ

گشاده نرگس رعنا ز حسرت آب از چشم
نهاده لاله ز سودا به جان و دل صد داغ

زبان کشیده چو تیغی به سرزنش سوسن
دهان گشاده شقایق چو مردم ایغاغ

یکی چو باده پرستان صراحی اندر دست
یکی چو ساقی مستان به کف گرفته ایاغ

نشاط و عیش و جوانی چو گل غنیمت دان
که حافظا نبود بر رسول غیر بلاغ

At dawn, drawn by the scent of the rose garden, I went for a while into the garden,
to treat my troubled mind, like the heart-lost nightingale.

I was gazing at the display of the red rose,
which in the dark night was as bright as a lamp.

It was so proud of its own beauty and youth
that it had a thousand kinds of unconcern for the nightingale's heart.

The graceful narcissus had let water run from its eye in longing;
the tulip, from passion, had laid a hundred brands on its heart and soul.

The lily had drawn out its tongue like a sword in reproach;
the anemone had opened its mouth like those who carry tales.

One, like the worshippers of wine, had a flagon in its hand;
another, like the cupbearer of the drunken, held a cup in its palm.

Count gladness and pleasure and youth a prize, like the rose,
for, Hafez, the messenger's duty is only to deliver the message.