Ghazal 327: I have a covenant with the beloved that, as long as there is life in my body

مرا عهدی‌ست با جانان که تا جان در بدن دارم
هواداران کویش را چو جان خویشتن دارم

صفای خلوت خاطر از آن شمع چگل جویم
فروغ چشم و نور دل از آن ماه ختن دارم

به کام و آرزوی دل، چو دارم خلوتی حاصل
چه فکر از خبث بدگویان، میان انجمن دارم؟

مرا در خانه سروی هست کاندر سایهٔ قدش
فراغ از سرو بستانی و شمشاد چمن دارم

گرم صد لشکر از خوبان به قصد دل کمین سازند
بحمد الله و المنه بتی لشکرشکن دارم

سزد کز خاتم لعلش زنم لاف سلیمانی
چو اسم اعظمم باشد، چه باک از اهرمن دارم؟

الا ای پیر فرزانه، مکن عیبم ز میخانه
که من در ترک پیمانه دلی پیمان‌شکن دارم

خدا را ای رقیب امشب زمانی دیده بر هم نه
که من با لعل خاموشش نهانی صد سخن دارم

چو در گل‌زار اقبالش خرامانم بحمدالله
نه میل لاله و نسرین، نه برگ نسترن دارم

به رندی شهره شد حافظ میان همدمان، لیکن
چه غم دارم که در عالم قوام‌الدین حسن دارم

I have a covenant with the beloved that, as long as there is life in my body,
I will hold the well-wishers of his street as dear as my own life.

I seek the clear peace of my mind's retreat from that candle of Chigil;
I have the brightness of my eye and the light of my heart from that moon of Khotan.

Since I have won a private retreat to my heart's wish and desire,
what do I care for the malice of slanderers out in the assembly?

I have a cypress at home, in the shade of whose stature
I am free of the cypress in the garden and the boxwood in the meadow.

If a hundred armies of the fair lie in ambush to take my heart,
praise and thanks be to God, I have an idol who breaks armies.

It is fitting that with his ruby seal I should boast of being Solomon;
since I hold the Greatest Name, what do I fear from the demon?

O wise elder, do not blame me for the tavern,
for when it comes to giving up the cup I have a heart that breaks its vows.

For God's sake, O rival, close your eyes for a while tonight,
for I have a hundred things to say in secret to his silent ruby.

Since, God be praised, I walk at ease in the rose garden of his favour,
I have no leaning towards tulip or eglantine, and no wish for the wild rose.

Hafez has become known among his friends for being a rend, but
what have I to grieve for, when in this world I have Qavam al-Din Hasan?