Ghazal 405: By the life of the elder of the tavern and the right of his company

به جان پیر خرابات و حق صحبت او
که نیست در سر من جز هوای خدمت او

بهشت اگر چه نه جای گناهکاران است
بیار باده که مستظهرم به همت او

چراغ صاعقه آن سحاب روشن باد
که زد به خرمن ما آتش محبت او

بر آستانه میخانه گر سری بینی
مزن به پای که معلوم نیست نیت او

بیا که دوش به مستی سروش عالم غیب
نوید داد که عام است فیض رحمت او

مکن به چشم حقارت نگاه در من مست
که نیست معصیت و زهد بی مشیت او

نمی‌کند دل من میل زهد و توبه ولی
به نام خواجه بکوشیم و فر دولت او

مدام خرقه حافظ به باده در گرو است
مگر ز خاک خرابات بود فطرت او

By the life of the elder of the tavern and the right of his company,
there is nothing in my head but the wish to serve him.

Though paradise is not the place for sinners,
bring wine, for I rely on his high resolve.

May the lamp of the lightning of that cloud be bright
which struck our harvest with the fire of his love.

If you see a head on the threshold of the tavern,
do not kick it, for its intention is not known.

Come, for last night, in drunkenness, the angel of the unseen world
gave the good news that the grace of His mercy is for all.

Do not look with contempt on me in my drunkenness,
for there is neither sin nor piety without His will.

My heart has no leaning to asceticism and repentance, but
we will strive in the name of the master and the glory of his fortune.

The cloak of Hafez is always in pawn for wine;
perhaps his nature was made from the dust of the tavern.