Ghazal 305: In the season of the rose I was ashamed of having repented of wine

به وقت گل شدم از توبهٔ شراب خجل
که کس مباد ز کردار ناصواب خجل

صلاح ما همه دام ره است و من زین بحث
نی‌ام ز شاهد و ساقی به هیچ باب خجل

بود که یار نرنجد ز ما به خلق کریم
که از سؤال ملولیم و از جواب خجل

ز خون که رفت شب دوش از سراچهٔ چشم
شدیم در نظر رهروان خواب خجل

رواست نرگس مست ار فکند سر در پیش
که شد ز شیوهٔ آن چشم پر عتاب خجل

تویی که خوب‌تری ز آفتاب و شکر خدا
که نیستم ز تو در روی آفتاب خجل

حجاب ظلمت از آن بست آب خضر که گشت
ز شعر حافظ و آن طبع همچو آب خجل

In the season of the rose I was ashamed of having repented of wine;
may no one be ashamed of conduct that was not right.

Our righteousness is all a snare on the road, and in this matter
I am not in any way ashamed before beauty and cupbearer.

It may be that the friend, with his generous nature, will not be hurt by us,
for we are weary of asking and ashamed of the answer.

Because of the blood that ran last night from the small house of the eye,
we were put to shame in the sight of the travellers of sleep.

It is fitting if the drunken narcissus hangs its head,
for it has been put to shame by the manner of that eye so full of reproach.

It is you who are fairer than the sun, and God be thanked
that I am not ashamed of you before the face of the sun.

The water of Khizr drew the veil of darkness about itself because
it was put to shame by the verse of Hafez and that nature like water.