Ghazal 370: What virtue do you look for from us? We have called the drunken to the feast

صلاح از ما چه می‌جویی؟ که مستان را صلا گفتیم
به دور نرگس مستت سلامت را دعا گفتیم

در میخانه‌ام بگشا که هیچ از خانقه نگشود
گرت باور بود ور نه سخن این بود و ما گفتیم

من از چشم تو ای ساقی خراب افتاده‌ام لیکن
بلایی کز حبیب آید هزارش مرحبا گفتیم

اگر بر من نبخشایی پشیمانی خوری آخر
به خاطر دار این معنی که در خدمت کجا گفتیم

قدت گفتم که شمشاد است؛ بس خجلت به بار آورد
که این نسبت چرا کردیم و این بهتان چرا گفتیم

جگر چون نافه‌ام خون گشت کم زینم نمی‌باید
جزای آن که با زلفت سخن از چین خطا گفتیم

تو آتش گشتی ای حافظ ولی با یار درنگرفت
ز بدعهدی گل گویی حکایت با صبا گفتیم

What virtue do you look for from us? We have called the drunken to the feast;
in the reign of your drunken narcissus we have bidden a quiet life farewell.

Open the door of the tavern to me, for nothing opened to me from the dervish lodge;
believe it or not, that was the word, and we have said it.

Because of your eye, O cupbearer, I have fallen into ruin, and yet
to the calamity that comes from the beloved we have said a thousand welcomes.

If you do not forgive me, you will be sorry in the end;
keep it in mind where, in your service, we said this.

I said that your stature was the boxwood, and it brought me much shame:
why did we make such a comparison, and why did we speak such a slander?

Like the musk-pod, my liver has turned to blood, and I deserve no less;
it is the price of our having spoken amiss to your tress.

You turned to fire, O Hafez, but it did not take hold of the friend;
it is as though we had told the east wind the tale of the rose's broken promise.