Ghazal 323: Because of my own short reach I am weighed down

ز دست کوته خود زیر بارم
که از بالابلندان شرمسارم

مگر زنجیر مویی گیردم دست
وگر نه سر به شیدایی برآرم

ز چشم من بپرس اوضاع گردون
که شب تا روز اختر می‌شمارم

بدین شکرانه می‌بوسم لب جام
که کرد آگه ز راز روزگارم

اگر گفتم دعای می فروشان
چه باشد؟ حق نعمت می‌گزارم

من از بازوی خود دارم بسی شکر
«که زور مردم آزاری ندارم»

سری دارم چو حافظ مست لیکن
به لطف آن سری امیدوارم

Because of my own short reach I am weighed down,
for I am put to shame before those who are tall of stature.

Unless a chain of hair should take me by the hand,
I shall raise my head in madness.

Ask my eye about the state of the heavens,
for from night until day I count the stars.

I kiss the lip of the cup in thanks for this:
that it made me aware of the secret of the times.

If I have said a prayer for the sellers of wine,
what of it? I am paying what I owe for a kindness.

I am very thankful for my own arm,
that I do not have the strength to harm people.

I have a head that is drunk, like Hafez, and yet
I put my hope in the kindness of that other Lord.