Ghazal 373: Rise, so that we may carry the Sufi's cloak to the tavern

خیز تا خرقه صوفی به خرابات بریم
شطح و طامات به بازار خرافات بریم

سوی رندان قلندر به ره آورد سفر
دلق بسطامی و سجاده طامات بریم

تا همه خلوتیان جام صبوحی گیرند
چنگ صبحی به در پیر مناجات بریم

با تو آن عهد که در وادی ایمن بستیم
همچو موسی ارنی گوی به میقات بریم

کوس ناموس تو بر کنگره عرش زنیم
علم عشق تو بر بام سماوات بریم

خاک کوی تو به صحرای قیامت فردا
همه بر فرق سر از بهر مباهات بریم

ور نهد در ره ما خار ملامت زاهد
از گلستانش به زندان مکافات بریم

شرممان باد ز پشمینه آلوده خویش
گر بدین فضل و هنر نام کرامات بریم

قدر وقت ار نشناسد دل و کاری نکند
بس خجالت که از این حاصل اوقات بریم

فتنه می‌بارد از این سقف مقرنس برخیز
تا به میخانه پناه از همه آفات بریم

در بیابان فنا گم شدن آخر تا کی
ره بپرسیم مگر پی به مهمات بریم

حافظ آب رخ خود بر در هر سفله مریز
حاجت آن به که بر قاضی حاجات بریم

Rise, so that we may carry the Sufi's cloak to the tavern,
and carry the ecstatic sayings and idle boasts to the market of superstitions.

To the wandering rends, as a gift brought back from the journey,
let us carry the cloak of Bistam and the prayer mat of idle talk.

So that all those who sit in seclusion may take up the morning cup,
let us carry the harp of morning to the door of the elder of prayers.

The covenant that we made with you in the Valley of Safety,
like Moses saying "Show me", let us carry to the appointed place.

Let us beat the drum of your fame on the battlements of the Throne;
let us carry the banner of love for you to the roof of the heavens.

Tomorrow, on the plain of the Resurrection, the dust of your street
we shall all carry on the crown of our heads as our boast.

And if the ascetic lays the thorn of blame in our path,
we will carry him from his rose garden to the prison of requital.

Shame on us for our own stained wool
if, with such merit and skill as this, we bear the name of miracle workers.

If the heart does not know the worth of the hour and does nothing,
great is the shame that we shall carry away from this harvest of our days.

Mischief is raining from this vaulted roof: rise,
so that we may carry ourselves for refuge from every calamity to the tavern.

How long, after all, shall we be lost in the desert of annihilation?
Let us ask the way; perhaps we shall find the track of what matters.

Hafez, do not pour out your honour at the door of every base person;
it is better that we carry our need to the Judge of all needs.