Ghazal 421: The door of the house of the Magians had been swept and sprinkled

در سرای مغان رفته بود و آب‌زده
نشسته پیر و صلایی به شیخ و شاب زده

سبوکشان همه در بندگیش بسته کمر
ولی ز ترک کله چتر بر سحاب زده

شعاع جام و قدح نور ماه پوشیده
عذار مغ‌بچگان راه آفتاب زده

عروس بخت در آن حجله با هزاران ناز
شکسته کسمه و بر برگ گل، گلاب زده

گرفته ساغر عشرت فرشتهٔ رحمت
ز جرعه بر رخ حور و پری گلاب زده

ز شور و عربدهٔ شاهدان شیرین‌کار
شکر شکسته، سمن ریخته، رباب زده

سلام کردم و با من به روی خندان گفت
که ای خمارکش مفلس شراب‌زده

که این کند که تو کردی به ضعف همت و رای؟
ز گنج‌خانه شده خیمه بر خراب زده

وصال دولت بیدار ترسمت ندهند
که خفته‌ای تو در آغوش بخت خواب‌زده

بیا به میکده حافظ که بر تو عرضه کنم
هزار صف ز دعاهای مستجاب‌ زده

فلک جنیبه‌کش شاه نصرت‌الدین است
بیا ببین ملکش دست در رکاب زده

خرد که ملهم غیب است بهر کسب شرف
ز بام عرش صدش بوسه بر جناب زده

The door of the house of the Magians had been swept and sprinkled;
the elder sat there and had called out a welcome to old and young.

The jug-bearers had all girded themselves in his service,
yet with the crown of their caps they had raised a canopy above the clouds.

The gleam of cup and goblet had hidden the light of the moon;
the cheeks of the Magian boys had waylaid the sun.

The bride of fortune, in that bridal chamber, with a thousand airs,
had curled her lovelock and sprinkled rose-water on the rose petal.

The angel of mercy had taken up the cup of pleasure
and, from the draught, sprinkled rose-water on the faces of houri and fairy.

From the uproar and riot of the sweet-acting beauties,
sugar was broken, jasmine scattered, the rebec played.

I gave my greeting, and with a smiling face he said to me:
"O you who suffer the morning after, penniless and wine-struck,

who does what you have done, out of weakness of will and judgement?
You have left the treasure house and pitched your tent on a ruin.

I fear they will not give you union with wakeful fortune,
for you are asleep in the arms of a luck that is drowsy.

Come to the tavern, Hafez, that I may show you
a thousand ranks drawn up of prayers that are answered."

The sky leads the spare horse of Shah Nosrat al-Din;
come and see the angel with his hand on the stirrup.

Wisdom, which is inspired by the unseen, to win honour
has given his threshold a hundred kisses from the roof of the Throne.