Ghazal 372: Let us pass along the highway of the tavern

بگذار تا ز شارع میخانه بگذریم
کز بهر جرعه‌ای همه محتاج این دریم

روز نخست چون دم رندی زدیم و عشق
شرط آن بود که جز ره آن شیوه نسپریم

جایی که تخت و مسند جم می‌رود به باد
گر غم خوریم خوش نبود به که می خوریم

تا بو که دست در کمر او توان زدن
در خون دل نشسته چو یاقوت احمریم

واعظ مکن نصیحت شوریدگان که ما
با خاک کوی دوست به فردوس ننگریم

چون صوفیان به حالت و رقصند مقتدا
ما نیز هم به شعبده دستی برآوریم

از جرعه تو خاک زمین در و لعل یافت
بیچاره ما که پیش تو از خاک کمتریم

حافظ چو ره به کنگره کاخ وصل نیست
با خاک آستانه این در به سر بریم

Let us pass along the highway of the tavern,
for, for the sake of one draught, we are all in need of this door.

On the first day, when we laid claim to love and the way of the rend,
the condition was that we should tread no road but that one.

In a place where the throne and seat of Jamshid are carried off by the wind,
it is not good to swallow grief: better that we drink wine.

In the hope that a hand may be laid upon his waist,
we sit steeped in the blood of the heart, like the red ruby.

Preacher, do not offer advice to the distraught, for we,
having the dust of the friend's street, do not look towards paradise.

Since the Sufis are leaders in ecstasy and in the dance,
we too will raise a hand in sleight of hand.

From your draught the dust of the earth found pearl and ruby;
poor us, who before you are less than the dust.

Hafez, since there is no way to the battlements of the palace of union,
let us spend our days with the dust of the threshold of this door.