Ghazal 387: The king of those with boxwood stature, the sovereign of the sweet-mouthed

شاه شمشادقدان، خسرو شیرین‌دهنان
که به مژگان شکند قلب همه صف‌شکنان

مست بگذشت و نظر بر من درویش انداخت
گفت: ای چشم و چراغ همه شیرین‌سخنان

تا کی از سیم و زرت کیسه تهی خواهد بود؟
بندهٔ من شو و برخور ز همه سیم‌تنان

کمتر از ذره نه‌ای، پست مشو، مهر بورز
تا به خلوتگه خورشید رسی چرخ‌زنان

بر جهان تکیه مکن ور قدحی می‌ داری
شادی زهره‌جبینان خور و نازک‌بدنان

پیر پیمانه‌کش من که روانش خوش باد
گفت: پرهیز کن از صحبت پیمان‌شکنان

دامن دوست به دست آر و ز دشمن بگسل
مرد یزدان شو و فارغ گذر از اهرمنان

با صبا در چمن لاله سحر می‌گفتم
که شهیدان که‌اند این همه خونین‌کفنان

گفت: حافظ! من و تو محرم این راز نه‌ایم
از می لعل حکایت کن و شیرین‌دهنان

The king of those with boxwood stature, the sovereign of the sweet-mouthed,
who with his lashes breaks the centre of all who break the ranks,

Passed by drunk and cast a glance at me, the dervish,
and said: "O eye and lamp of all who are sweet of speech,

How long is your purse to be empty of silver and gold?
Become my servant, and enjoy all those with bodies of silver.

You are not less than a mote: do not be lowly, and practise love,
so that, whirling, you may reach the private chamber of the sun.

Do not lean upon the world; and if you have a cup of wine,
drink to the joy of those with brows like Venus and delicate bodies."

My elder who drains the cup, may his soul be glad,
said: "Keep away from the company of those who break their promises."

Take hold of the skirt of the friend and break off from the enemy;
be a man of God, and pass by, untroubled, the demons.

At dawn in the tulip meadow I was saying to the east wind:
"Whose martyrs are all these with their blood-stained shrouds?"

It said: "Hafez, you and I are not privy to this secret;
tell of ruby wine and of those with sweet mouths."